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 Nicaragua and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Robert Palmer 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 Pharoah Sanders to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Graham Central Station,
Byron Stingily,
The Moody Blues,
the Human League,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alphaville,
Nation of Ulysses,
Model 500,
Arthur Verocai,
Drexciya,
The Knickerbockers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Angry Samoans,
Urselle,
Warsaw,
Stiv Bators,
This Heat,
Radio Birdman,
Crash Course in Science,
The Beau Brummels,
Boredoms,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Symarip,
Icehouse,
Bang On A Can,
Lyres,
Yusef Lateef,
Barrington Levy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Surgeon,
Pere Ubu,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mission of Burma,
Mantronix,
Rakim,
Nico,
The Motions,
Skarface,
The Evens,
Sun Ra,
Second Layer,
ABBA,
Brass Construction,
The Searchers,
DJ Sneak,
Moby Grape,
Negative Approach,
Parry Music,
The Walker Brothers,
Matthew Halsall,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bill Wells,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Robert Hood,
X-Ray Spex,
FM Einheit,
Morten Harket,
Das Ding,
Wire,
The Sound,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.