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 Nicaragua and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the 808 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 Camouflage to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Skriet,
New Order,
Ten City,
The Associates,
Grauzone,
Marvin Gaye,
Camouflage,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Misunderstood,
Crime,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Silicon Teens,
Flash Fearless,
The Dead C,
Prince Buster,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rufus Thomas,
Graham Central Station,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lakeside,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
cv313,
The Barracudas,
Morten Harket,
Fatback Band,
X-101,
Jacques Brel,
Tres Demented,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Boredoms,
Patti Smith,
The Leaves,
The Offenders,
Sun City Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sonic Youth,
The Five Americans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Divine Comedy,
Lightning Bolt,
Yaz,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Electric Prunes,
Chrome,
In Retrospect,
The Gories,
Slick Rick,
Harpers Bizarre,
UT,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Drexciya,
The Slits,
Ice-T,
The Move,
The Music Machine,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.