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 Bulgaria and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin 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 48th St. Collective to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Byrd,
Jacques Brel,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
New York Dolls,
Barry Ungar,
Darondo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Moon,
MDC,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Blossom Toes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Juan Atkins,
Alison Limerick,
Joy Division,
Nik Kershaw,
Joensuu 1685,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
T. Rex,
The Raincoats,
Can,
Slick Rick,
Lou Reed,
Basic Channel,
Tears for Fears,
Barbara Tucker,
Qualms,
Animal Collective,
Lucky Dragons,
Johnny Clarke,
Pantytec,
The Slackers,
Silicon Teens,
Skriet,
Black Pus,
Bang On A Can,
The Move,
John Foxx,
Ultra Naté,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Section 25,
Nas,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Divine Comedy,
A Certain Ratio,
Yellowson,
Theoretical Girls,
Avey Tare,
Echospace,
Eric B and Rakim,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crime,
Sister Nancy,
Sonny Sharrock,
MC5,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.