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 Somalia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Livin' Joy 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
The Music Machine,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Buckinghams,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Derrick Morgan,
Carl Craig,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Y Pants,
The Fuzztones,
Jacob Miller,
Derrick May,
Procol Harum,
Scott Walker,
The Offenders,
The Slackers,
Fat Boys,
Thompson Twins,
Mr. Review,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Motions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Modern Lovers,
Soul II Soul,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fela Kuti,
Tres Demented,
Bill Wells,
The Happenings,
Anakelly,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eric Copeland,
Excepter,
Infiniti,
Joyce Sims,
Tears for Fears,
Sällskapet,
Ralphi Rosario,
Siglo XX,
Marc Almond,
Dawn Penn,
Charles Mingus,
Rapeman,
Tom Boy,
John Cale,
The Residents,
JFA,
Rekid,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ituana,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Quantec,
Alton Ellis,
Eddi Front,
Ronnie Foster,
Janne Schatter,
Oblivians,
Oneida,
Lalo Schifrin,
ABBA,
The Skatalites,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Parry Music,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.