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 Senegal and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 David Bowie 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 Neon Judgement to the funk 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Liliput,
The Doors,
Jerry's Kids,
Rosa Yemen,
Chris & Cosey,
The Dead C,
The Birthday Party,
Roy Ayers,
Au Pairs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Reagan Youth,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Grass Roots,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marcia Griffiths,
Todd Terry,
Dual Sessions,
The Beau Brummels,
The Sonics,
The Last Poets,
Whodini,
Eric Copeland,
Crash Course in Science,
The Cramps,
Accadde A,
Steve Hackett,
Thee Headcoats,
Ludus,
Sonny Sharrock,
Qualms,
Bobby Womack,
Ken Boothe,
The Black Dice,
Technova,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Agitation Free,
The Tremeloes,
Joyce Sims,
Joe Smooth,
Marmalade,
Albert Ayler,
The Zeros,
The United States of America,
Isaac Hayes,
Circle Jerks,
Massinfluence,
Ossler,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Interpol,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cure,
U.S. Maple,
Swans,
The Monochrome Set,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Residents,
Cluster,
10cc,
Morten Harket,
Neil Young,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.