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 Philippines and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rekid to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Danielle Patucci,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Janne Schatter,
Fluxion,
The Vogues,
Swans,
The Dead C,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fuzztones,
The Associates,
Black Moon,
Easy Going,
Surgeon,
Yazoo,
Ohio Players,
Yaz,
Juan Atkins,
The Names,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rites of Spring,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cramps,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fugazi,
Mad Mike,
Faraquet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rakim,
Man Eating Sloth,
Albert Ayler,
Gang of Four,
Morten Harket,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lalo Schifrin,
Altered Images,
X-102,
Can,
Radio Birdman,
Theoretical Girls,
Visage,
Roy Ayers,
Warren Ellis,
The Count Five,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wire,
Hasil Adkins,
Fela Kuti,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aloha Tigers,
Dawn Penn,
Sun City Girls,
Mr. Review,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alison Limerick,
Young Marble Giants,
FM Einheit,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.