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 Egypt and from Portland.
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 Lyon and Stockholm.
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 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 Junior Murvin to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Peter & Gordon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Massinfluence,
China Crisis,
Shuggie Otis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jerry's Kids,
Man Parrish,
Radio Birdman,
Pole,
Tubeway Army,
Livin' Joy,
D'Angelo,
Gichy Dan,
DJ Style,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bauhaus,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Walker Brothers,
The Real Kids,
The Grass Roots,
Joy Division,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Skriet,
Television,
Royal Trux,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Subhumans,
Susan Cadogan,
Accadde A,
Jandek,
The Evens,
Jimmy McGriff,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Man Eating Sloth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soulsonic Force,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Funkadelic,
Easy Going,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eli Mardock,
Sight & Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
Moss Icon,
Lucky Dragons,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Seeds,
Young Marble Giants,
Pere Ubu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Skatalites,
Cal Tjader,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jeff Lynne,
Joyce Sims,
Eurythmics,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.