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 Turkmenistan and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Grey Daturas to the crunk 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Camberwell Now,
Amon Düül II,
MC5,
Grauzone,
Excepter,
Minnie Riperton,
Lower 48,
Yazoo,
Can,
Roxette,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marmalade,
Animal Collective,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cure,
The Human League,
Harmonia,
Y Pants,
Robert Wyatt,
Chrome,
Reagan Youth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bill Wells,
Surgeon,
Gabor Szabo,
Vainqueur,
Eric B and Rakim,
Funky Four + One,
The Mojo Men,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marine Girls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cal Tjader,
Radiohead,
Jerry's Kids,
Derrick Morgan,
Henry Cow,
Soulsonic Force,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aural Exciters,
Eric Copeland,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Association,
Scion,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bauhaus,
Cheater Slicks,
Pussy Galore,
Scott Walker,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hasil Adkins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Blues Magoos,
The Real Kids,
Panda Bear,
Ohio Players,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.