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 Nepal and from London.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Brothers Johnson to the punk 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
ABC,
Warren Ellis,
R.M.O.,
Massinfluence,
Theoretical Girls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Silicon Teens,
Los Fastidios,
Suicide,
Kaleidoscope,
Maleditus Sound,
Jeru the Damaja,
Traffic Nightmare,
Underground Resistance,
Country Teasers,
Wally Richardson,
Schoolly D,
These Immortal Souls,
The Monks,
Royal Trux,
Robert Hood,
Amazonics,
Jeff Mills,
Mantronix,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Blancmange,
Whodini,
The Knickerbockers,
Blossom Toes,
Spandau Ballet,
Don Cherry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cheater Slicks,
the Association,
Heaven 17,
Lower 48,
Eden Ahbez,
Morten Harket,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roy Ayers,
Bill Near,
Jeff Lynne,
Barclay James Harvest,
Outsiders,
Joensuu 1685,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Erasure,
Nas,
Talk Talk,
Ponytail,
Soft Cell,
Electric Prunes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Duran Duran,
Eli Mardock,
Wire,
Kurtis Blow,
Fluxion,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Excepter,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.