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 Jordan and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dark Day to the rap 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Lightning Bolt,
The Vogues,
Black Bananas,
Lee Hazlewood,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Zeros,
Joe Finger,
Nico,
Stiv Bators,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang Green,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grauzone,
Delta 5,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Sonics,
The Smoke,
Sällskapet,
Ornette Coleman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Average White Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Byrd,
Sugar Minott,
Maleditus Sound,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lyres,
The Monks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sound Behaviour,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kas Product,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ultra Naté,
Porter Ricks,
Pantaleimon,
Y Pants,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ohio Players,
Cecil Taylor,
Heaven 17,
LL Cool J,
Lou Reed,
Bauhaus,
Rosa Yemen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Shadows of Knight,
This Heat,
The Golliwogs,
The Martian,
Mo-Dettes,
Ronan,
Erykah Badu,
Joyce Sims,
Model 500,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Human League,
The Techniques,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.