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 Trinidad & Tobago 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Whodini to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Durutti Column,
The Motions,
Oblivians,
Tres Demented,
David McCallum,
The Grass Roots,
Funky Four + One,
Grauzone,
Hoover,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soft Cell,
Siglo XX,
The Gap Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Cale,
Lightning Bolt,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Red Krayola,
Khruangbin,
R.M.O.,
Derrick Morgan,
LL Cool J,
Dawn Penn,
Suicide,
Kerrie Biddell,
Desert Stars,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cluster,
Byron Stingily,
Visage,
Andrew Hill,
EPMD,
The Residents,
Ultravox,
Quando Quango,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Archie Shepp,
The Skatalites,
Rufus Thomas,
This Heat,
Lower 48,
Colin Newman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Electric Prunes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sarah Menescal,
Jeru the Damaja,
10cc,
Grey Daturas,
The Gladiators,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Radiohead,
The Stooges,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.