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 Colombia and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer 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 Rakim to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '60s 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 Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
The Cure,
Ken Boothe,
The Dead C,
The Fugs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Vogues,
The Cramps,
Radiohead,
Rotary Connection,
The Pop Group,
Kayak,
Bob Dylan,
Crash Course in Science,
The Pretty Things,
Susan Cadogan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Average White Band,
Mandrill,
Eddi Front,
Carl Craig,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Anthony Braxton,
Anakelly,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Velvet Underground,
Jawbox,
UT,
Index,
Bill Wells,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Charles Mingus,
Marvin Gaye,
Zero Boys,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
London Community Gospel Choir,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Patti Smith,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Human League,
Quando Quango,
Infiniti,
Soulsonic Force,
David McCallum,
Scan 7,
Vainqueur,
Dead Boys,
Jacob Miller,
OOIOO,
Pere Ubu,
kango's stein massive,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Wake,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Doobie Brothers,
Donald Byrd,
Lucky Dragons,
John Holt,
Janne Schatter,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.