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 Bangladesh and from Tehran.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jeru the Damaja to the disco 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Yusef Lateef,
Connie Case,
F. McDonald,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Flag,
Depeche Mode,
Popol Vuh,
Soul II Soul,
Scratch Acid,
Altered Images,
Rakim,
Jeff Lynne,
Underground Resistance,
Kaleidoscope,
Scrapy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nick Fraelich,
Ronan,
Quantec,
The Real Kids,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Clear Light,
Deakin,
Zero Boys,
Ossler,
AZ,
The Fortunes,
Intrusion,
Sly & The Family Stone,
a-ha,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Deepchord,
Yaz,
John Lydon,
Public Enemy,
Brick,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fugs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tim Buckley,
FM Einheit,
Sight & Sound,
The Grass Roots,
The Evens,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pantytec,
Wolf Eyes,
Duran Duran,
Animal Collective,
Black Pus,
DJ Style,
Wally Richardson,
The Star Department,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pagans,
Marmalade,
Aural Exciters,
Bang On A Can,
Rufus Thomas,
Tomorrow,
Parry Music,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.