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 Venezuela and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Niagra to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fugs,
Amazonics,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Yellowson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bill Near,
8 Eyed Spy,
Saccharine Trust,
Grey Daturas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Motorama,
The Slackers,
The Smoke,
Flash Fearless,
The Sonics,
Matthew Halsall,
Eli Mardock,
Roxy Music,
Vladislav Delay,
Mars,
Graham Central Station,
Erykah Badu,
The Techniques,
DNA,
Barry Ungar,
Popol Vuh,
John Coltrane,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dawn Penn,
Boogie Down Productions,
Second Layer,
The Busters,
Essential Logic,
Aswad,
Bootsy Collins,
Young Marble Giants,
Dave Gahan,
Josef K,
Sarah Menescal,
The Velvet Underground,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roger Hodgson,
Thompson Twins,
Lungfish,
The Fuzztones,
Nico,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eurythmics,
Black Sheep,
China Crisis,
Scientists,
Organ,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.