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 Uruguay and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Silicon Teens to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Jeff Lynne,
Arcadia,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Boogie Down Productions,
Piero Umiliani,
Lindisfarne,
Donny Hathaway,
John Cale,
Crash Course in Science,
Suburban Knight,
Agitation Free,
Hashim,
U.S. Maple,
The Mummies,
Electric Prunes,
Godley & Creme,
Excepter,
Tubeway Army,
Can,
Janne Schatter,
Rufus Thomas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Alton Ellis,
The Pretty Things,
Carl Craig,
Arab on Radar,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Victims,
The Evens,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pagans,
Supertramp,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
KRS-One,
Beasts of Bourbon,
UT,
Lou Reed,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Association,
Jawbox,
Fatback Band,
Mantronix,
The Fire Engines,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Isaac Hayes,
Underground Resistance,
Peter & Gordon,
Technova,
Pussy Galore,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Section 25,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Pop Group,
Darondo,
Dave Gahan,
L. Decosne,
Cymande,
Public Image Ltd.,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.