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 Oman and from Bremen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Thompson Twins,
Roxette,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
World's Most,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ice-T,
Amon Düül,
Young Marble Giants,
Con Funk Shun,
Interpol,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Soft Cell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Human League,
DJ Sneak,
Tears for Fears,
Hot Snakes,
The Monochrome Set,
Echospace,
Minny Pops,
48th St. Collective,
Ronnie Foster,
The Toasters,
The Techniques,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eurythmics,
Sun Ra,
Marshall Jefferson,
Iggy Pop,
D'Angelo,
Stiv Bators,
This Heat,
The Sound,
Aaron Thompson,
The Buckinghams,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Heaven 17,
MDC,
Moby Grape,
Avey Tare,
The Gories,
Sun City Girls,
Camouflage,
Cecil Taylor,
Erykah Badu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fire Engines,
Matthew Halsall,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Siglo XX,
Theoretical Girls,
Leonard Cohen,
Barry Ungar,
The Doors,
Jacques Brel,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.