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 Mauritius and from Copenhagen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Doors,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gerry Rafferty,
Procol Harum,
Excepter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lucky Dragons,
Henry Cow,
The Stooges,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Todd Rundgren,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Flash Fearless,
The Motions,
Crooked Eye,
Country Teasers,
Camberwell Now,
Graham Central Station,
Rapeman,
Matthew Bourne,
Sam Rivers,
Althea and Donna,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Charles Mingus,
Isaac Hayes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Boredoms,
R.M.O.,
The Pop Group,
Bobby Sherman,
Marmalade,
Desert Stars,
Ralphi Rosario,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gabor Szabo,
UT,
One Last Wish,
Joey Negro,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Banda Bassotti,
Nirvana,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Quantec,
The Barracudas,
Q and Not U,
Nas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Erykah Badu,
Marine Girls,
Yazoo,
The Litter,
X-102,
Chris Corsano,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Royal Trux,
Franke,
Slick Rick,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.