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 France and from Jakarta.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 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 Funky Four + One to the dance 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Clear Light,
Fear,
Ponytail,
Severed Heads,
Guru Guru,
Cecil Taylor,
Swans,
Agent Orange,
The Blackbyrds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Amazonics,
Saccharine Trust,
The Evens,
Lyres,
PIL,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gong,
Rakim,
Nik Kershaw,
The Index,
Scientists,
Nils Olav,
Absolute Body Control,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mad Mike,
The Smoke,
Subhumans,
Rod Modell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ice-T,
Letta Mbulu,
Blancmange,
Camberwell Now,
Stereo Dub,
Eli Mardock,
Barbara Tucker,
CMW,
Joensuu 1685,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bluetip,
Sparks,
The Motions,
The Real Kids,
The Golliwogs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Harmonia,
Ash Ra Tempel,
a-ha,
Black Bananas,
Magazine,
D'Angelo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nirvana,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Radiopuhelimet,
Moss Icon,
Sun Ra,
Kerrie Biddell,
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.