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 Monaco 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ 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 Lee Hazlewood to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
DJ Style,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marine Girls,
Rekid,
Camberwell Now,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Hutcherson,
La Düsseldorf,
James White and The Blacks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Junior Murvin,
Aloha Tigers,
Yusef Lateef,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Unwound,
Jerry's Kids,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scan 7,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Deepchord,
Country Teasers,
Moss Icon,
Amon Düül,
Ohio Players,
Crash Course in Science,
Tom Boy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Maleditus Sound,
The Sound,
John Foxx,
Gichy Dan,
T. Rex,
The Cowsills,
Colin Newman,
Hoover,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Count Five,
Cybotron,
Kas Product,
Soul II Soul,
Danielle Patucci,
U.S. Maple,
Eden Ahbez,
Dead Boys,
Accadde A,
The Smiths,
Faust,
Franke,
Donny Hathaway,
Agent Orange,
Crispy Ambulance,
D'Angelo,
Erykah Badu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Brass Construction,
the Normal,
Lee Hazlewood,
Connie Case,
New York Dolls,
New Age Steppers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.