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 Nepal and from Beijing.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Average White Band to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Vladislav Delay,
Marshall Jefferson,
Animal Collective,
La Düsseldorf,
Fat Boys,
The Real Kids,
Judy Mowatt,
Marc Almond,
The Techniques,
Anthony Braxton,
Alphaville,
James White and The Blacks,
John Cale,
Jandek,
Davy DMX,
Bill Near,
Rekid,
Eve St. Jones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
KRS-One,
Lindisfarne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
A Certain Ratio,
Rites of Spring,
Scott Walker,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Moody Blues,
Avey Tare,
Talk Talk,
Hot Snakes,
Sugar Minott,
The Buckinghams,
Monks,
X-Ray Spex,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Normal,
Monolake,
the Association,
Youth Brigade,
a-ha,
Swans,
The Standells,
John Holt,
Thee Headcoats,
Bang On A Can,
Robert Görl,
Faraquet,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Idris Muhammad,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nils Olav,
The Barracudas,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.