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 Angola and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Malaria! to the punk 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
a-ha,
The Electric Prunes,
The Shadows of Knight,
K-Klass,
Bronski Beat,
Marmalade,
Terrestrial Tones,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ronan,
Dave Gahan,
Adolescents,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dawn Penn,
Schoolly D,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Techniques,
Kool Moe Dee,
Motorama,
Chris & Cosey,
Yazoo,
Sandy B,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Holt,
Japan,
F. McDonald,
Radio Birdman,
The Velvet Underground,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ossler,
Ice-T,
Vainqueur,
Gichy Dan,
Groovy Waters,
The Leaves,
Matthew Bourne,
Absolute Body Control,
The Index,
Soul II Soul,
Junior Murvin,
Mandrill,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Move,
Joensuu 1685,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultimate Spinach,
KRS-One,
Quantec,
The Cowsills,
Dead Boys,
Agitation Free,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Monks,
Accadde A,
The Smiths,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Sherman,
Colin Newman,
Roy Ayers,
David Bowie,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.