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 Poland and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Joensuu 1685 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The United States of America,
Ultravox,
Peter & Gordon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Searchers,
Gang Starr,
Model 500,
Rod Modell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DJ Style,
The Star Department,
Magma,
The Cowsills,
Rakim,
Porter Ricks,
The Mummies,
Lou Reed,
Lebanon Hanover,
Camouflage,
Man Parrish,
Spoonie Gee,
The Sound,
Scrapy,
Infiniti,
Pussy Galore,
John Foxx,
Talk Talk,
Fugazi,
The J.B.'s,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Gap Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sarah Menescal,
PIL,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Music Machine,
The Offenders,
The Zeros,
This Heat,
Negative Approach,
The Monks,
The Names,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fluxion,
The Black Dice,
The Invisible,
Scientists,
DJ Sneak,
D'Angelo,
Alton Ellis,
R.M.O.,
Laurel Aitken,
Loose Ends,
The Wake,
Leonard Cohen,
Aaron Thompson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Subhumans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Visage,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.