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 Guyana and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron 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 Bill Wells to the grunge 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Alison Limerick,
Pharoah Sanders,
ABC,
Scientists,
E-Dancer,
Sound Behaviour,
Electric Prunes,
Pet Shop Boys,
K-Klass,
Chrome,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marvin Gaye,
Young Marble Giants,
Traffic Nightmare,
Boz Scaggs,
Masters at Work,
Gabor Szabo,
OOIOO,
The Blues Magoos,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Alton Ellis,
Absolute Body Control,
Zero Boys,
Davy DMX,
Bizarre Inc.,
8 Eyed Spy,
Second Layer,
Subhumans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yazoo,
The Busters,
Matthew Bourne,
Ten City,
Bang On A Can,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tommy Roe,
Pylon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Freddie Wadling,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Grey Daturas,
Fugazi,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Camouflage,
Robert Görl,
Glambeats Corp.,
Desert Stars,
kango's stein massive,
Eric Copeland,
Steve Hackett,
Sällskapet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Susan Cadogan,
X-102,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ultravox,
David Axelrod,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.