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 Greece 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro 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 Hashim to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Inner City,
Y Pants,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scrapy,
Dawn Penn,
Goldenarms,
Ultra Naté,
Mantronix,
Pagans,
Radio Birdman,
Eric Copeland,
The Moleskins,
The Durutti Column,
Subhumans,
Mad Mike,
Adolescents,
Liliput,
LL Cool J,
Pere Ubu,
Robert Görl,
the Slits,
Patti Smith,
Delta 5,
Roy Ayers,
The Monks,
X-102,
Black Flag,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fall,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Coltrane,
Cymande,
Marc Almond,
Moby Grape,
Ten City,
Visage,
The Last Poets,
The Star Department,
Supertramp,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Erykah Badu,
Chris Corsano,
Monks,
David McCallum,
Guru Guru,
The Martian,
Altered Images,
Eden Ahbez,
Sällskapet,
Audionom,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scan 7,
Smog,
FM Einheit,
La Düsseldorf,
The Trojans,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.