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 Yemen and from Paris.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Masters at Work to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Fad Gadget,
Nirvana,
Pere Ubu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cluster,
The Gap Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Sandy B,
Bill Wells,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Dead C,
Ludus,
Alton Ellis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kurtis Blow,
The Monochrome Set,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
New York Dolls,
Quando Quango,
Altered Images,
The Tremeloes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Junior Murvin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Leaves,
The Golliwogs,
Thee Headcoats,
Dave Gahan,
Boredoms,
The Flesh Eaters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
World's Most,
Pantaleimon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Can,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Faust,
Delon & Dalcan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Moebius,
Shuggie Otis,
Nas,
Marc Almond,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Iggy Pop,
Animal Collective,
Hardrive,
Matthew Halsall,
Wire,
Janne Schatter,
Matthew Bourne,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gories,
Depeche Mode,
Joe Smooth,
Sixth Finger,
The Selecter,
The Cowsills,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.