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 Slovakia 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar 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 Blossom Toes to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
the Normal,
Donny Hathaway,
These Immortal Souls,
The Offenders,
the Association,
Panda Bear,
Marc Almond,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Newcleus,
MDC,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nils Olav,
Hoover,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fire Engines,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alton Ellis,
James White and The Blacks,
The Slits,
Blossom Toes,
Motorama,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rakim,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marvin Gaye,
The Monks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kerri Chandler,
Pierre Henry,
The Blackbyrds,
The Techniques,
Idris Muhammad,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Arthur Verocai,
Mars,
Massinfluence,
Infiniti,
Curtis Mayfield,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Henry Cow,
Bob Dylan,
Jawbox,
Jeff Lynne,
B.T. Express,
Franke,
Danielle Patucci,
Stetsasonic,
Yazoo,
Subhumans,
Scan 7,
Jacob Miller,
Sixth Finger,
Sex Pistols,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Country Teasers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bang On A Can,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.