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 Marshall Islands and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Country Teasers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Piero Umiliani,
Roxy Music,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bizarre Inc.,
June Days,
Nico,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Khruangbin,
Connie Case,
Throbbing Gristle,
Radiopuhelimet,
Moebius,
Bill Wells,
Delon & Dalcan,
Interpol,
Royal Trux,
Section 25,
Janne Schatter,
Eurythmics,
Easy Going,
Niagra,
Das Ding,
Bootsy Collins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grauzone,
Lyres,
DJ Sneak,
The Gories,
Alton Ellis,
Franke,
The Standells,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Grey Daturas,
Pantytec,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Delta 5,
Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scan 7,
Marine Girls,
D'Angelo,
Public Enemy,
Lucky Dragons,
kango's stein massive,
Lalann,
Darondo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Birthday Party,
David Axelrod,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultravox,
Pet Shop Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sight & Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
Derrick Morgan,
Aaron Thompson,
The Beau Brummels,
Blancmange,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.