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 Philippines and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Animal Collective to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sun City Girls,
Grauzone,
Maurizio,
Alphaville,
Yazoo,
Echospace,
Hasil Adkins,
Toni Rubio,
The Wake,
Barclay James Harvest,
Angry Samoans,
Grey Daturas,
Intrusion,
Swans,
The Selecter,
Skarface,
Pierre Henry,
Cluster,
Kerrie Biddell,
Steve Hackett,
The Music Machine,
Michelle Simonal,
John Cale,
Deadbeat,
Arab on Radar,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jimmy McGriff,
Howard Jones,
These Immortal Souls,
Stiv Bators,
Cameo,
Spandau Ballet,
Crooked Eye,
Traffic Nightmare,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The American Breed,
the Bar-Kays,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Juan Atkins,
Eli Mardock,
U.S. Maple,
Second Layer,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang of Four,
New York Dolls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ultra Naté,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wolf Eyes,
MC5,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jeff Mills,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pulsallama,
The Gladiators,
Wasted Youth,
Radio Birdman,
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.