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 Micronesia and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 Yazoo 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Magma,
Archie Shepp,
Neil Young,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kenny Larkin,
Colin Newman,
the Sonics,
Chrome,
JFA,
Television,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
kango's stein massive,
Eden Ahbez,
Pagans,
Crash Course in Science,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Maurizio,
Crooked Eye,
Stiv Bators,
Ice-T,
Q and Not U,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Danielle Patucci,
The Residents,
Kayak,
Grauzone,
Flash Fearless,
Yellowson,
Morten Harket,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Y Pants,
The Neon Judgement,
Flamin' Groovies,
Symarip,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lee Hazlewood,
Minor Threat,
Monks,
Bang On A Can,
Make Up,
Harry Pussy,
Pole,
Eddi Front,
The Walker Brothers,
Audionom,
The Leaves,
Rites of Spring,
The Fall,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fortunes,
Yazoo,
Wire,
Idris Muhammad,
F. McDonald,
Unwound,
DJ Sneak,
Electric Prunes,
Quadrant,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.