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 Japan and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 DJ Sneak to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brick,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Leaves,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jeff Lynne,
Jeru the Damaja,
Interpol,
Yazoo,
U.S. Maple,
Youth Brigade,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ponytail,
Chrome,
The Fugs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Seeds,
Marc Almond,
Eve St. Jones,
Khruangbin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cymande,
Audionom,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Cure,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cluster,
Depeche Mode,
Oneida,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nils Olav,
Roxette,
Ituana,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Golliwogs,
Make Up,
Ken Boothe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sight & Sound,
Malaria!,
The Monks,
The Five Americans,
The Martian,
Dennis Brown,
Easy Going,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soft Cell,
Grandmaster Flash,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Swell Maps,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Saccharine Trust,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mantronix,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.