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 Swaziland and from Salvador.
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 Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Nation of Ulysses to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mission of Burma,
Black Flag,
Hashim,
K-Klass,
Aswad,
Mad Mike,
Bobby Byrd,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Techniques,
Gang Green,
The Durutti Column,
Tim Buckley,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Alphaville,
Matthew Halsall,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rapeman,
Unwound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pussy Galore,
Slick Rick,
Gregory Isaacs,
Loose Ends,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Josef K,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lucky Dragons,
The Litter,
The Fugs,
Lalann,
Erykah Badu,
Easy Going,
Colin Newman,
Joyce Sims,
Monks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Pus,
The Star Department,
Icehouse,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Main Source,
the Association,
Neu!,
the Germs,
Index,
The Tremeloes,
The Pop Group,
Schoolly D,
The Blues Magoos,
Alice Coltrane,
R.M.O.,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Seeds,
Chris Corsano,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultra Naté,
The Monks,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.