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 Estonia and from Bremen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Blues Magoos to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Boredoms,
Public Enemy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
David Bowie,
Blake Baxter,
Maurizio,
Alphaville,
Infiniti,
Soul II Soul,
Reagan Youth,
The Offenders,
Depeche Mode,
Liliput,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bauhaus,
Gil Scott Heron,
Excepter,
Simply Red,
Motorama,
David Axelrod,
Khruangbin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cowsills,
In Retrospect,
Blancmange,
Minor Threat,
Parry Music,
Surgeon,
Adolescents,
The Residents,
Pagans,
Y Pants,
Warsaw,
UT,
Eve St. Jones,
The Durutti Column,
Massinfluence,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Whodini,
Grey Daturas,
Jacob Miller,
Sandy B,
Jandek,
Cameo,
Joyce Sims,
The United States of America,
Rites of Spring,
Donny Hathaway,
The Wake,
Pantytec,
48th St. Collective,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pierre Henry,
Marine Girls,
The Real Kids,
Soft Cell,
The Grass Roots,
The Dirtbombs,
Faust,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.