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 Luxembourg and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ 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 Monks to the electroclash 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
The Tremeloes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Leaves,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mantronix,
Procol Harum,
Gregory Isaacs,
Accadde A,
Donny Hathaway,
Erykah Badu,
Max Romeo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Skarface,
Nils Olav,
Joe Finger,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
June of 44,
Slick Rick,
The Sonics,
Lou Christie,
The Skatalites,
Al Stewart,
Newcleus,
10cc,
Masters at Work,
Jandek,
Tomorrow,
Buzzcocks,
Kerri Chandler,
Soft Machine,
John Lydon,
Aloha Tigers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nico,
Hoover,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bluetip,
CMW,
Adolescents,
Scan 7,
Don Cherry,
Tres Demented,
Bootsy Collins,
Qualms,
Rakim,
Fatback Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Barracudas,
Pantaleimon,
Dual Sessions,
DJ Sneak,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jeru the Damaja,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Public Image Ltd.,
Flash Fearless,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.