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 Turkey and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Eden Ahbez to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Todd Terry,
The Tremeloes,
Janne Schatter,
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cymande,
Morten Harket,
R.M.O.,
Barry Ungar,
New Age Steppers,
Blancmange,
H. Thieme,
The Remains,
Gong,
Easy Going,
The Cowsills,
Rapeman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lalann,
Radiopuhelimet,
Archie Shepp,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sight & Sound,
Zapp,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soft Cell,
Simply Red,
Matthew Bourne,
The Velvet Underground,
The Beau Brummels,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Angry Samoans,
Joyce Sims,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hot Snakes,
Steve Hackett,
The Slits,
Inner City,
The Offenders,
The Slackers,
The Monks,
Black Moon,
Derrick May,
Letta Mbulu,
Ludus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Coltrane,
Buzzcocks,
Mantronix,
Mars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
AZ,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Real Kids,
Magazine,
Kenny Larkin,
Radiohead,
Aural Exciters,
The Residents,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.