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 Slovenia and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin 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 Bluetip to the rock 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Ken Boothe,
Gastr Del Sol,
Susan Cadogan,
Bill Wells,
Soul II Soul,
Graham Central Station,
The United States of America,
The Moleskins,
Mandrill,
Brass Construction,
Piero Umiliani,
Slave,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gil Scott Heron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joe Smooth,
Can,
John Cale,
Soul Sonic Force,
Outsiders,
Infiniti,
Electric Prunes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
June Days,
Y Pants,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Music Machine,
Suburban Knight,
Goldenarms,
A Certain Ratio,
Rotary Connection,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lee Hazlewood,
Japan,
Matthew Bourne,
The Doors,
Eurythmics,
Easy Going,
Funkadelic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Popol Vuh,
Eddi Front,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mission of Burma,
Fatback Band,
Bad Manners,
Mantronix,
Gang Starr,
Peter & Gordon,
Gichy Dan,
The Black Dice,
Pierre Henry,
Juan Atkins,
The Pretty Things,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultimate Spinach,
Todd Rundgren,
Mars,
Malaria!,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.