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 Japan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the marimba 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 Soulsonic Force to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a chamberlin and a synthesizer 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 organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mandrill,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tears for Fears,
Harry Pussy,
Sam Rivers,
Ice-T,
Soul II Soul,
Suburban Knight,
Joe Smooth,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hot Snakes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Agitation Free,
Swell Maps,
Don Cherry,
Pulsallama,
Unwound,
OOIOO,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
LL Cool J,
Frankie Knuckles,
Popol Vuh,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Neil Young,
Jeff Lynne,
The Vogues,
The Seeds,
Bush Tetras,
Banda Bassotti,
Easy Going,
H. Thieme,
In Retrospect,
Lakeside,
John Foxx,
Bill Wells,
Chris Corsano,
Alphaville,
Stetsasonic,
Prince Buster,
Marvin Gaye,
Yusef Lateef,
Kas Product,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scan 7,
Newcleus,
The Tremeloes,
The Red Krayola,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gichy Dan,
Main Source,
The Modern Lovers,
Stereo Dub,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mantronix,
Wire,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Todd Terry,
Lindisfarne,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.