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 Micronesia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Human League to the jazz 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Joy Division,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roxette,
The Martian,
Eric Dolphy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Trumans Water,
Severed Heads,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Visage,
Alton Ellis,
David Axelrod,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Arthur Verocai,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Moss Icon,
The Gun Club,
The Blackbyrds,
Todd Rundgren,
Zapp,
Cybotron,
Model 500,
Brothers Johnson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Swell Maps,
Public Enemy,
Blossom Toes,
Faraquet,
China Crisis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
June of 44,
Dawn Penn,
Zero Boys,
Black Moon,
Hashim,
Funky Four + One,
The United States of America,
Franke,
LL Cool J,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Basic Channel,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Intrusion,
Second Layer,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Television,
Sparks,
Animal Collective,
John Foxx,
Ice-T,
Gang Starr,
Drexciya,
Lucky Dragons,
Depeche Mode,
Piero Umiliani,
Alphaville,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.