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 Belgium and from Stockholm.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba 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 K-Klass to the crunk 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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Trumans Water,
Eden Ahbez,
Lalann,
Bobby Womack,
Curtis Mayfield,
Toni Rubio,
The Detroit Cobras,
Television Personalities,
A Certain Ratio,
The Trojans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Chris Corsano,
Simply Red,
Morten Harket,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Holt,
Crispy Ambulance,
Colin Newman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Niagra,
Mark Hollis,
Malaria!,
The Misunderstood,
The Slits,
Gabor Szabo,
Danielle Patucci,
Leonard Cohen,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Human League,
Suicide,
Fela Kuti,
Adolescents,
The Electric Prunes,
Pere Ubu,
the Association,
The Stooges,
Idris Muhammad,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hot Snakes,
Slave,
These Immortal Souls,
OOIOO,
Funkadelic,
Alison Limerick,
Flash Fearless,
The Pretty Things,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dennis Brown,
Prince Buster,
48th St. Collective,
The Young Rascals,
Michelle Simonal,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Five Americans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Bananas,
Young Marble Giants,
The Flesh Eaters,
Erykah Badu,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.