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 Suriname and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the jazz 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Reagan Youth,
Black Flag,
kango's stein massive,
Letta Mbulu,
Aural Exciters,
Scrapy,
Rapeman,
Kaleidoscope,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rotary Connection,
Grauzone,
The Martian,
Eric Dolphy,
Darondo,
The Cowsills,
Janne Schatter,
Joey Negro,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ludus,
Dave Gahan,
Groovy Waters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Camouflage,
Easy Going,
Toni Rubio,
T. Rex,
Simply Red,
Gerry Rafferty,
Goldenarms,
Nick Fraelich,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cure,
LL Cool J,
Marc Almond,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ponytail,
Al Stewart,
Pagans,
Skaos,
Don Cherry,
Bush Tetras,
Fela Kuti,
MC5,
The Velvet Underground,
Kurtis Blow,
The Smiths,
Lungfish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
R.M.O.,
Lightning Bolt,
Marmalade,
K-Klass,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Tremeloes,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Neon Judgement,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
L. Decosne,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Move,
Hoover,
Charles Mingus,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.