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 Brazil and from Accra.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Modern Lovers to the electroclash 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
The Names,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Alphaville,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Walker Brothers,
Crime,
Harmonia,
Minor Threat,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Tremeloes,
The Vogues,
Country Teasers,
Quando Quango,
Black Bananas,
The Gories,
The Pretty Things,
New York Dolls,
New Order,
Don Cherry,
T. Rex,
Tomorrow,
Aural Exciters,
The Selecter,
Alison Limerick,
Sun Ra,
Index,
Ponytail,
Urselle,
Scrapy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Faraquet,
Aloha Tigers,
Hot Snakes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Neil Young,
Magma,
Nick Fraelich,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Television Personalities,
Ken Boothe,
ABC,
Brand Nubian,
Con Funk Shun,
The Black Dice,
David Axelrod,
Guru Guru,
Thee Headcoats,
Desert Stars,
Hoover,
Shoche,
The Real Kids,
the Soft Cell,
Scan 7,
Marcia Griffiths,
Minutemen,
CMW,
This Heat,
Pagans,
Pantytec,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.