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 Zimbabwe and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Average White Band,
Drexciya,
Johnny Clarke,
Cheater Slicks,
Hardrive,
Slick Rick,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Qualms,
Bronski Beat,
Rites of Spring,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Audionom,
The Doors,
E-Dancer,
The Blackbyrds,
Unwound,
These Immortal Souls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Skaos,
Pulsallama,
The Durutti Column,
Dave Gahan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Matthew Halsall,
Altered Images,
Terrestrial Tones,
Japan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barry Ungar,
Loose Ends,
Minnie Riperton,
Minutemen,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Reagan Youth,
F. McDonald,
The Smiths,
Reuben Wilson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Moebius,
Sound Behaviour,
Ultravox,
Thee Headcoats,
Anthony Braxton,
Mantronix,
Jawbox,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Flag,
The Music Machine,
ABBA,
Sister Nancy,
Crash Course in Science,
The Detroit Cobras,
Camberwell Now,
Cluster,
Joy Division,
The Young Rascals,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.