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 Namibia and from Bremen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the electroclash 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Essential Logic,
Aloha Tigers,
The Wake,
K-Klass,
Nation of Ulysses,
Althea and Donna,
Rosa Yemen,
Franke,
Jeff Lynne,
The Cramps,
The Searchers,
Absolute Body Control,
Warsaw,
Hot Snakes,
The Gun Club,
Television Personalities,
Glenn Branca,
Leonard Cohen,
Tom Boy,
Ludus,
The Neon Judgement,
Judy Mowatt,
Fat Boys,
JFA,
Stetsasonic,
Crime,
Skarface,
Eve St. Jones,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Byron Stingily,
Joe Smooth,
Donny Hathaway,
Mary Jane Girls,
ABC,
Crash Course in Science,
Chrome,
David McCallum,
Max Romeo,
Alison Limerick,
Clear Light,
Young Marble Giants,
June of 44,
Oneida,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Smoke,
Neu!,
Supertramp,
The Sonics,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tim Buckley,
Bobby Womack,
Audionom,
Blancmange,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lower 48,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.