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 Sweden and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Urselle to the crunk 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Vainqueur,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Yellowson,
Charles Mingus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Vladislav Delay,
Pylon,
The Kinks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Darondo,
Eli Mardock,
Saccharine Trust,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fire Engines,
Isaac Hayes,
Scientists,
Boz Scaggs,
U.S. Maple,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Juan Atkins,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lightning Bolt,
Q and Not U,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wasted Youth,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eddi Front,
Kurtis Blow,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rotary Connection,
E-Dancer,
Whodini,
Marvin Gaye,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rakim,
Brand Nubian,
Thee Headcoats,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Josef K,
The Toasters,
Skaos,
Jacques Brel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dawn Penn,
Eden Ahbez,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Liliput,
The Young Rascals,
Piero Umiliani,
Erasure,
The Pretty Things,
Slave,
Kayak,
Soft Machine,
Das Ding,
The Shadows of Knight,
X-Ray Spex,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.