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 Palau and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Motions to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Scientists,
Tommy Roe,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Busters,
Flash Fearless,
Anakelly,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Josef K,
Newcleus,
Nas,
Rotary Connection,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scan 7,
Robert Hood,
Letta Mbulu,
Ludus,
Mars,
Alison Limerick,
Animal Collective,
These Immortal Souls,
Soulsonic Force,
Alice Coltrane,
F. McDonald,
Roy Ayers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joey Negro,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Kinks,
Youth Brigade,
Crooked Eye,
The Vogues,
Supertramp,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Chris Corsano,
Skarface,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barrington Levy,
Oblivians,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobby Womack,
The Black Dice,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Main Source,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Index,
Q65,
The Techniques,
The Stooges,
Angry Samoans,
Soul II Soul,
Brass Construction,
Inner City,
Lou Christie,
Crispy Ambulance,
Chrome,
the Germs,
Reuben Wilson,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.