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 Croatia and from London.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron 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 Thee Headcoats to the grunge 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Minutemen,
John Coltrane,
The Blackbyrds,
The Durutti Column,
Gang Green,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
David Axelrod,
Dave Gahan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bad Manners,
Buzzcocks,
Suicide,
Aural Exciters,
Roy Ayers,
Cheater Slicks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brick,
Mantronix,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Names,
Newcleus,
Skriet,
Cybotron,
Eve St. Jones,
Matthew Bourne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Visage,
Delta 5,
Simply Red,
Funky Four + One,
The Birthday Party,
D'Angelo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scratch Acid,
Davy DMX,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pere Ubu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Avey Tare,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Standells,
Fugazi,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Massinfluence,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Foxx,
Soft Machine,
Smog,
The Last Poets,
The Cramps,
Japan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Divine Comedy,
The Dead C,
Bush Tetras,
Eric B and Rakim,
Easy Going,
Arthur Verocai,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.