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 United States and from Shanghai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Schoolly D to the disco 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cluster,
Easy Going,
The Residents,
Inner City,
Erykah Badu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Amon Düül,
Banda Bassotti,
Motorama,
Visage,
Basic Channel,
Kool Moe Dee,
Grey Daturas,
Scion,
Janne Schatter,
Derrick May,
Mission of Burma,
Au Pairs,
Skarface,
Kerrie Biddell,
Interpol,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Normal,
The Searchers,
Nas,
Jerry's Kids,
Matthew Bourne,
Bluetip,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joyce Sims,
Todd Terry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tommy Roe,
Mantronix,
The Black Dice,
Newcleus,
Theoretical Girls,
The Selecter,
The Skatalites,
The Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
Funky Four + One,
The Velvet Underground,
CMW,
Royal Trux,
Dawn Penn,
Zero Boys,
Maurizio,
UT,
Rekid,
Trumans Water,
OOIOO,
Deadbeat,
Country Teasers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Donald Byrd,
Bush Tetras,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.