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 Rwanda and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Von Mondo 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soul Sonic Force,
Liliput,
Flash Fearless,
Cecil Taylor,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Searchers,
Terry Callier,
Simply Red,
Ituana,
Model 500,
Connie Case,
Little Man,
Outsiders,
Surgeon,
Eli Mardock,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
The Real Kids,
Crooked Eye,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Raincoats,
Nils Olav,
Deadbeat,
Barrington Levy,
Das Ding,
The Black Dice,
La Düsseldorf,
Jerry's Kids,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Altered Images,
Max Romeo,
Danielle Patucci,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Sherman,
Visage,
One Last Wish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
David Axelrod,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mo-Dettes,
Echospace,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Bananas,
OOIOO,
Alphaville,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Public Enemy,
Aural Exciters,
Fela Kuti,
Neu!,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soft Machine,
Hasil Adkins,
the Soft Cell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ronnie Foster,
Duran Duran,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Normal,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dual Sessions,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.