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 Germany and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Godley & Creme to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Byron Stingily,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aswad,
Yaz,
The Cramps,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Massinfluence,
Zapp,
The United States of America,
Drive Like Jehu,
Alice Coltrane,
Pussy Galore,
Babytalk,
Model 500,
Delta 5,
The Misunderstood,
Soft Cell,
Piero Umiliani,
the Soft Cell,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dark Day,
Black Bananas,
Idris Muhammad,
Swell Maps,
Janne Schatter,
The Invisible,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scrapy,
Roger Hodgson,
Ossler,
Darondo,
New Age Steppers,
Prince Buster,
Soul Sonic Force,
DNA,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Moss Icon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
James White and The Blacks,
Pere Ubu,
Depeche Mode,
Letta Mbulu,
The Durutti Column,
Fatback Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fear,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Angels of Light,
Bob Dylan,
A Certain Ratio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Erykah Badu,
Johnny Clarke,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultra Naté,
Visage,
Hot Snakes,
Kerrie Biddell,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.