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 Swaziland and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Hashim to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Nils Olav,
Television,
Marmalade,
Isaac Hayes,
Heaven 17,
Byron Stingily,
Marc Almond,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Funky Four + One,
Pole,
John Lydon,
Q and Not U,
The Remains,
Little Man,
Outsiders,
Desert Stars,
The Cure,
Camberwell Now,
Crime,
X-Ray Spex,
Jacques Brel,
Lou Christie,
Spandau Ballet,
Hot Snakes,
Freddie Wadling,
Electric Prunes,
Laurel Aitken,
Sun City Girls,
Reuben Wilson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Reed,
Roxy Music,
Idris Muhammad,
Nirvana,
DJ Sneak,
Fat Boys,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Aural Exciters,
Eddi Front,
The Sonics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gories,
Wings,
Eden Ahbez,
La Düsseldorf,
Section 25,
Depeche Mode,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Human League,
The Fire Engines,
Leonard Cohen,
The Birthday Party,
Iggy Pop,
Blake Baxter,
The Pretty Things,
Donny Hathaway,
Cheater Slicks,
The Durutti Column,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.