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 Serbia and from New York.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mad Mike to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Knickerbockers,
The Pretty Things,
Thompson Twins,
Royal Trux,
the Bar-Kays,
T.S.O.L.,
the Sonics,
Brothers Johnson,
Scan 7,
Howard Jones,
Dual Sessions,
Todd Rundgren,
Crooked Eye,
X-101,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Little Man,
Joe Finger,
Niagra,
Desert Stars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Maurizio,
Whodini,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobby Byrd,
Stiv Bators,
Kaleidoscope,
Wings,
Connie Case,
Bluetip,
The Cure,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Remains,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bob Dylan,
Accadde A,
Godley & Creme,
Spoonie Gee,
Minny Pops,
Jawbox,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pylon,
Mark Hollis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Make Up,
Agent Orange,
Cecil Taylor,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Banda Bassotti,
Heaven 17,
Cluster,
The Star Department,
Trumans Water,
Brass Construction,
Swans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Anthony Braxton,
Rotary Connection,
The Velvet Underground,
Tim Buckley,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.