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 Libya and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Nils Olav to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Niagra,
cv313,
OOIOO,
Aswad,
The Shadows of Knight,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Mummies,
Harmonia,
The Happenings,
Amazonics,
The Smoke,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hashim,
The Monochrome Set,
Albert Ayler,
Radiohead,
Magma,
Eric Dolphy,
Al Stewart,
Absolute Body Control,
Mo-Dettes,
48th St. Collective,
a-ha,
Interpol,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Connie Case,
Electric Light Orchestra,
E-Dancer,
Infiniti,
Blancmange,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Litter,
Surgeon,
Lakeside,
Nick Fraelich,
Organ,
UT,
Excepter,
Maleditus Sound,
Byron Stingily,
The Misunderstood,
Monks,
The Fugs,
The Searchers,
Masters at Work,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Music Machine,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rosa Yemen,
Josef K,
Erykah Badu,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Moon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Desert Stars,
Moss Icon,
Livin' Joy,
Pagans,
Smog,
Swell Maps,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.