Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Guatemala and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Marvin Gaye to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Derrick May,
The Blackbyrds,
Scott Walker,
Outsiders,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Archie Shepp,
Aural Exciters,
Rites of Spring,
F. McDonald,
Stereo Dub,
Gabor Szabo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Depeche Mode,
The Velvet Underground,
Fad Gadget,
Todd Rundgren,
Von Mondo,
Fluxion,
The Selecter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Cluster,
The Victims,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mantronix,
Fat Boys,
Maurizio,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Durutti Column,
Gang Green,
Soft Cell,
Brand Nubian,
Joy Division,
John Coltrane,
Donny Hathaway,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sam Rivers,
Ponytail,
Grauzone,
Make Up,
Joe Finger,
Albert Ayler,
Bluetip,
John Holt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Trumans Water,
Swans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Angry Samoans,
Underground Resistance,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Flag,
This Heat,
Altered Images,
The Alarm Clocks,
Saccharine Trust,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Mojo Men,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.