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 Antigua and from Portland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator 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 Piero Umiliani to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Yaz,
Chrome,
Albert Ayler,
Godley & Creme,
Deepchord,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mandrill,
Marshall Jefferson,
Toni Rubio,
The United States of America,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Normal,
Dave Gahan,
The Knickerbockers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Moon,
The Dead C,
Animal Collective,
Reagan Youth,
Pole,
Nico,
Nas,
Ultra Naté,
Charles Mingus,
Q and Not U,
The Beau Brummels,
Scion,
Barclay James Harvest,
Buzzcocks,
Crash Course in Science,
Gabor Szabo,
Joe Smooth,
The Victims,
Ultravox,
The Gories,
Pantytec,
The Detroit Cobras,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Funky Four + One,
The Monochrome Set,
Marvin Gaye,
Duran Duran,
a-ha,
Main Source,
Khruangbin,
Pagans,
The Skatalites,
Eden Ahbez,
Harpers Bizarre,
Glenn Branca,
Piero Umiliani,
Stiv Bators,
Kas Product,
Subhumans,
Arcadia,
DJ Style,
Trumans Water,
Colin Newman,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.