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 Kenya and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin 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 Vladislav Delay to the rock 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Aaron Thompson,
Tomorrow,
Skarface,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ice-T,
The Cure,
Bootsy Collins,
Connie Case,
Jacques Brel,
Pulsallama,
Crispian St. Peters,
Simply Red,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Underground Resistance,
Popol Vuh,
LL Cool J,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roxy Music,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Young Rascals,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
DJ Sneak,
Yaz,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Von Mondo,
Toni Rubio,
Shuggie Otis,
June Days,
Clear Light,
Donny Hathaway,
Minutemen,
Agent Orange,
Boz Scaggs,
Max Romeo,
Michelle Simonal,
Boredoms,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Oneida,
Robert Görl,
Carl Craig,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minor Threat,
Ten City,
Ituana,
Juan Atkins,
Audionom,
Eric Copeland,
the Germs,
Symarip,
Godley & Creme,
Television,
Jeff Mills,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Moody Blues,
The Fortunes,
The Moleskins,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.