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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 Quantec to the jazz 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Franke,
Harmonia,
Surgeon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Second Layer,
Subhumans,
MC5,
The Divine Comedy,
Rosa Yemen,
Crime,
James White and The Blacks,
Yaz,
Public Enemy,
The Black Dice,
Donny Hathaway,
Arab on Radar,
Amazonics,
the Bar-Kays,
Brass Construction,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cecil Taylor,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Angry Samoans,
Soft Cell,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Association,
Soulsonic Force,
Swell Maps,
Lyres,
Johnny Clarke,
Youth Brigade,
The Monks,
EPMD,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Cale,
Avey Tare,
Absolute Body Control,
Agitation Free,
Joe Finger,
kango's stein massive,
Skriet,
The Smoke,
Radio Birdman,
Vainqueur,
Tres Demented,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roxette,
The Searchers,
John Lydon,
Ronnie Foster,
Wasted Youth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Piero Umiliani,
John Foxx,
Minnie Riperton,
Crash Course in Science,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cal Tjader,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.