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 Uruguay and from Manila.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar 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 Quadrant to the disco 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Barrington Levy,
Rekid,
Prince Buster,
Scrapy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Christie,
Robert Görl,
Tears for Fears,
The Count Five,
Yaz,
Guru Guru,
Amon Düül,
MC5,
Maurizio,
The Monochrome Set,
Blake Baxter,
Duran Duran,
The Cure,
Young Marble Giants,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Metal Thangz,
Deepchord,
Soft Cell,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Byrd,
Funky Four + One,
Avey Tare,
Siglo XX,
Wasted Youth,
Second Layer,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Frankie Knuckles,
Carl Craig,
James White and The Blacks,
Grauzone,
cv313,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Radio Birdman,
Roxy Music,
Gichy Dan,
Dawn Penn,
Gabor Szabo,
This Heat,
Goldenarms,
Jeff Mills,
The Barracudas,
David Bowie,
Spoonie Gee,
Quadrant,
X-101,
Johnny Clarke,
E-Dancer,
OOIOO,
Yusef Lateef,
DNA,
Spandau Ballet,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.