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 Dominica and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Faust to the funk 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Clear Light,
Oblivians,
Soulsonic Force,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
MDC,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kerri Chandler,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Dead C,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aloha Tigers,
Don Cherry,
The New Christs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Man Parrish,
The Real Kids,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Young Rascals,
Warsaw,
James White and The Blacks,
Robert Görl,
The Fuzztones,
Lalo Schifrin,
Simply Red,
T.S.O.L.,
B.T. Express,
Aaron Thompson,
World's Most,
the Bar-Kays,
Barry Ungar,
Scion,
cv313,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deakin,
Rakim,
Matthew Bourne,
Wolf Eyes,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Association,
Mantronix,
Outsiders,
Joe Finger,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scrapy,
Maleditus Sound,
Alton Ellis,
Carl Craig,
Roy Ayers,
Lakeside,
The American Breed,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The J.B.'s,
The Searchers,
Lower 48,
The Gap Band,
Ornette Coleman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.