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 Russia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 John Holt to the jazz 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Derrick Morgan,
Alison Limerick,
The Victims,
Fatback Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Neil Young,
Althea and Donna,
The Offenders,
Boz Scaggs,
Duran Duran,
The Names,
Scott Walker,
Frankie Knuckles,
Massinfluence,
Country Teasers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
KRS-One,
Joy Division,
Piero Umiliani,
Y Pants,
Alton Ellis,
Neu!,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gang Starr,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mantronix,
Ten City,
The Busters,
Funky Four + One,
Flash Fearless,
Whodini,
Michelle Simonal,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Don Cherry,
The Dead C,
Roger Hodgson,
LL Cool J,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Max Romeo,
Quadrant,
Carl Craig,
Swell Maps,
Janne Schatter,
Agent Orange,
The Toasters,
Television,
Kurtis Blow,
Henry Cow,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Trojans,
Nik Kershaw,
T.S.O.L.,
F. McDonald,
Siglo XX,
Smog,
Wolf Eyes,
Gabor Szabo,
Crime,
Todd Terry,
Unwound,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.