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 Nauru and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 New York Dolls to the jazz 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dave Gahan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Harmonia,
Deadbeat,
Country Teasers,
Wolf Eyes,
The Buckinghams,
The Count Five,
John Foxx,
Tubeway Army,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pantytec,
Eli Mardock,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
X-102,
Dark Day,
Crispy Ambulance,
Chris & Cosey,
Ronnie Foster,
James Chance & The Contortions,
David Axelrod,
Radio Birdman,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cameo,
Flash Fearless,
Michelle Simonal,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jeff Lynne,
Whodini,
Judy Mowatt,
Kenny Larkin,
Vainqueur,
Brothers Johnson,
Neu!,
the Slits,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
La Düsseldorf,
Juan Atkins,
The Remains,
Skriet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bauhaus,
Isaac Hayes,
Scion,
Aaron Thompson,
Grauzone,
Lou Reed,
Fela Kuti,
The Dead C,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Spoonie Gee,
Arab on Radar,
Dual Sessions,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eve St. Jones,
Technova,
Smog,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.