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 United Kingdom and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 China Crisis to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nick Fraelich,
Erykah Badu,
The Toasters,
Sight & Sound,
Barrington Levy,
The Selecter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aloha Tigers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Altered Images,
The Walker Brothers,
Slave,
Soul Sonic Force,
10cc,
Bill Wells,
the Human League,
Faust,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
FM Einheit,
the Bar-Kays,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scott Walker,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scratch Acid,
Stetsasonic,
John Lydon,
Bang On A Can,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jeff Lynne,
Dave Gahan,
Jacob Miller,
Morten Harket,
Alice Coltrane,
Adolescents,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Count Five,
Josef K,
The Index,
The Monochrome Set,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fugs,
The Gun Club,
Sarah Menescal,
Drive Like Jehu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rekid,
Oblivians,
R.M.O.,
Yaz,
Tears for Fears,
Dawn Penn,
Fatback Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.