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 Peru and from Hong Kong.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Interpol to the disco 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Derrick May,
Crooked Eye,
Shoche,
Black Bananas,
Blake Baxter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Suicide,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Divine Comedy,
the Human League,
Outsiders,
The Blues Magoos,
The Monochrome Set,
Flamin' Groovies,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sonny Sharrock,
Anthony Braxton,
Minnie Riperton,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mantronix,
Bobby Womack,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Matthew Halsall,
Lungfish,
R.M.O.,
Q65,
Deepchord,
Arthur Verocai,
Rites of Spring,
Curtis Mayfield,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Moebius,
New Order,
The Saints,
Lee Hazlewood,
Neil Young,
the Slits,
Wally Richardson,
Slick Rick,
Lakeside,
Bobby Byrd,
Ronnie Foster,
Jacob Miller,
The Trojans,
The Dead C,
Alton Ellis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tomorrow,
The Move,
PIL,
Metal Thangz,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Litter,
Joy Division,
John Coltrane,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Colin Newman,
David Bowie,
Main Source,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.