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 Malawi and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 the Soft Cell to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Pussy Galore,
Scientists,
Marcia Griffiths,
Newcleus,
Faraquet,
Bob Dylan,
Hardrive,
FM Einheit,
Gang Starr,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ronnie Foster,
Make Up,
the Association,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Radiohead,
Thompson Twins,
Jerry's Kids,
Arab on Radar,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Audionom,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Buckinghams,
Rakim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Livin' Joy,
The Moody Blues,
Joe Smooth,
Wolf Eyes,
Q and Not U,
Suburban Knight,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
June Days,
The Fire Engines,
Amon Düül II,
Blancmange,
Quando Quango,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Avey Tare,
Marine Girls,
Crash Course in Science,
LL Cool J,
Royal Trux,
D'Angelo,
Lungfish,
The Monks,
the Human League,
Delon & Dalcan,
Iggy Pop,
Colin Newman,
Average White Band,
Silicon Teens,
Swans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lower 48,
Motorama,
The Techniques,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.