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 Azerbaijan and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro 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 Harmonia to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Hoover,
The American Breed,
Moebius,
Lalann,
Gang of Four,
Mad Mike,
Laurel Aitken,
Electric Prunes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rites of Spring,
Aaron Thompson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Thee Headcoats,
Janne Schatter,
a-ha,
Outsiders,
R.M.O.,
the Human League,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rakim,
Dark Day,
Kaleidoscope,
The Neon Judgement,
Morten Harket,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Lydon,
Lou Reed,
Lightning Bolt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dead Boys,
Malaria!,
Blossom Toes,
The Buckinghams,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
La Düsseldorf,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ken Boothe,
Vainqueur,
K-Klass,
Anthony Braxton,
Sam Rivers,
Archie Shepp,
Barbara Tucker,
The Motions,
X-102,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dennis Brown,
Altered Images,
The Black Dice,
Robert Wyatt,
Barry Ungar,
Amon Düül II,
Sparks,
the Slits,
Crispian St. Peters,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.