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 Luxembourg 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Arcadia 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Deakin,
Sandy B,
The Red Krayola,
Janne Schatter,
Depeche Mode,
James White and The Blacks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pet Shop Boys,
Danielle Patucci,
The Buckinghams,
KRS-One,
Minny Pops,
H. Thieme,
Brand Nubian,
Silicon Teens,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soft Cell,
EPMD,
The Evens,
ABBA,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Holt,
The Five Americans,
Althea and Donna,
Mission of Burma,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fugazi,
Suburban Knight,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Warren Ellis,
Kenny Larkin,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marc Almond,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Count Five,
Jacob Miller,
Excepter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sarah Menescal,
Ituana,
the Soft Cell,
Youth Brigade,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sound Behaviour,
Vladislav Delay,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Theoretical Girls,
Skarface,
Nik Kershaw,
Wire,
John Foxx,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Henry Cow,
Magma,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.