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 Sierra Leone and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron 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 Laurel Aitken to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Suburban Knight,
Rakim,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joe Finger,
Index,
Scott Walker,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jerry's Kids,
Silicon Teens,
Joensuu 1685,
Animal Collective,
Dorothy Ashby,
Duran Duran,
Dead Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
Minutemen,
Erykah Badu,
Joe Smooth,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Monks,
Television Personalities,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lindisfarne,
Black Bananas,
Max Romeo,
Al Stewart,
Organ,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Quantec,
La Düsseldorf,
Audionom,
Talk Talk,
Slave,
Half Japanese,
Banda Bassotti,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jacob Miller,
Ohio Players,
The Cure,
Drexciya,
H. Thieme,
the Slits,
The Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Section 25,
Donald Byrd,
Laurel Aitken,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Velvet Underground,
the Soft Cell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ronan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Christie,
Roger Hodgson,
Peter and Kerry,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.