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 Chile and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
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 The Pop Group to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Divine Comedy,
Main Source,
Aswad,
The Motions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Colin Newman,
Gabor Szabo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roxette,
The Selecter,
Piero Umiliani,
La Düsseldorf,
Cluster,
Brothers Johnson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barrington Levy,
Cal Tjader,
Alphaville,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Con Funk Shun,
Sugar Minott,
The Monks,
The Happenings,
Rapeman,
Spandau Ballet,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Pus,
Dark Day,
kango's stein massive,
Howard Jones,
Godley & Creme,
Neu!,
Model 500,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Half Japanese,
Bobby Womack,
Andrew Hill,
Talk Talk,
H. Thieme,
The Move,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gregory Isaacs,
Magma,
Derrick May,
Grey Daturas,
Frankie Knuckles,
Youth Brigade,
Sarah Menescal,
The Evens,
the Sonics,
Make Up,
The Golliwogs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rhythm & Sound,
Altered Images,
Nirvana,
Mars,
Blancmange,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.