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 Morocco and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Red Krayola to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Skaos,
Soft Machine,
Wire,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
X-102,
Quantec,
Bad Manners,
Crispy Ambulance,
Aural Exciters,
Basic Channel,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Delta 5,
The Litter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ohio Players,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dave Gahan,
Pussy Galore,
The Flesh Eaters,
Robert Görl,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Remains,
Q and Not U,
Danielle Patucci,
Joe Smooth,
Al Stewart,
Ronan,
Model 500,
Connie Case,
John Coltrane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Godley & Creme,
Skriet,
Lalann,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Raincoats,
Rites of Spring,
Massinfluence,
Jimmy McGriff,
Inner City,
Sällskapet,
Moebius,
The Young Rascals,
These Immortal Souls,
Nas,
The Red Krayola,
Don Cherry,
Franke,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Silicon Teens,
The Cure,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mo-Dettes,
David Bowie,
Hoover,
Banda Bassotti,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Altered Images,
Ituana,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.