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 Bhutan and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ 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 Monochrome Set to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Grauzone,
KRS-One,
Black Sheep,
The Monks,
Tom Boy,
Pylon,
Mandrill,
Judy Mowatt,
The Beau Brummels,
Chris & Cosey,
Cecil Taylor,
Hoover,
Andrew Hill,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
kango's stein massive,
Scrapy,
Rites of Spring,
The Alarm Clocks,
Flash Fearless,
Underground Resistance,
The Walker Brothers,
Swans,
Soft Machine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eric Dolphy,
Arab on Radar,
Crooked Eye,
Bronski Beat,
Anakelly,
Junior Murvin,
Peter & Gordon,
The American Breed,
Gang Starr,
The Skatalites,
Todd Terry,
The Smiths,
Boredoms,
Motorama,
The Five Americans,
Bob Dylan,
Sound Behaviour,
Trumans Water,
Harmonia,
Banda Bassotti,
the Human League,
Avey Tare,
Minnie Riperton,
Guru Guru,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Yellowson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Graham Central Station,
Kevin Saunderson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Leonard Cohen,
The Human League,
Arthur Verocai,
Sonny Sharrock,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Camouflage,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.