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 Iran and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum 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 Gang Starr to the grunge 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
ABBA,
Marc Almond,
The Beau Brummels,
Nils Olav,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Move,
Gang of Four,
The Velvet Underground,
Banda Bassotti,
Gregory Isaacs,
Brothers Johnson,
The Stooges,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Bananas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Archie Shepp,
The Mummies,
Eden Ahbez,
the Slits,
Cecil Taylor,
kango's stein massive,
Lalo Schifrin,
Zero Boys,
Cymande,
Mantronix,
Sound Behaviour,
Junior Murvin,
Bang On A Can,
Frankie Knuckles,
Janne Schatter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Maurizio,
K-Klass,
Neu!,
Tommy Roe,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tubeway Army,
Gang Starr,
Ituana,
Pierre Henry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lalann,
The Vogues,
June Days,
Fat Boys,
Eli Mardock,
Jerry's Kids,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Barry Ungar,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Kinks,
Theoretical Girls,
Make Up,
Chris Corsano,
Groovy Waters,
Television,
cv313,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.