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 Zambia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare 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 Amon Düül II to the grime 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
The Busters,
Monks,
Black Pus,
The Wake,
Peter and Kerry,
Section 25,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Porter Ricks,
Faust,
Aural Exciters,
Sonny Sharrock,
June Days,
Can,
the Human League,
Mantronix,
Chris Corsano,
Trumans Water,
Royal Trux,
Sällskapet,
Rhythm & Sound,
Peter & Gordon,
Lucky Dragons,
The Move,
Young Marble Giants,
Flipper,
Fela Kuti,
The Modern Lovers,
Sam Rivers,
Echospace,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kayak,
Ken Boothe,
Glambeats Corp.,
Yellowson,
Eve St. Jones,
Supertramp,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pet Shop Boys,
Susan Cadogan,
Graham Central Station,
Panda Bear,
Vladislav Delay,
New Order,
Anthony Braxton,
The Stooges,
Duran Duran,
Brass Construction,
Country Teasers,
Mission of Burma,
Toni Rubio,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Agitation Free,
Minny Pops,
Darondo,
Boredoms,
the Association,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crispy Ambulance,
Accadde A,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.