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 Paraguay and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron 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 a-ha to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Chris & Cosey,
Country Teasers,
The Fugs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Loose Ends,
Maleditus Sound,
The Wake,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Faust,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Youth Brigade,
John Coltrane,
The Searchers,
The Barracudas,
June of 44,
Dead Boys,
Black Flag,
Eric Dolphy,
Wasted Youth,
Nik Kershaw,
Supertramp,
Fluxion,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Smiths,
Pulsallama,
Flash Fearless,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rufus Thomas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Yellowson,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Byrd,
The Residents,
Magazine,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Bananas,
Jeff Mills,
Zero Boys,
Sugar Minott,
Eurythmics,
the Soft Cell,
the Swans,
The Selecter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Young Marble Giants,
Popol Vuh,
Harpers Bizarre,
Derrick May,
Althea and Donna,
Scratch Acid,
Lucky Dragons,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Basic Channel,
Slave,
Technova,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crime,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.