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 Norway and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar 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 The Trojans to the disco 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Trumans Water,
Yusef Lateef,
Erykah Badu,
Harry Pussy,
Gabor Szabo,
The Modern Lovers,
Robert Wyatt,
Stetsasonic,
The Evens,
The Durutti Column,
The Standells,
Mad Mike,
Dennis Brown,
Black Moon,
PIL,
Sällskapet,
Pagans,
Andrew Hill,
Buzzcocks,
New York Dolls,
Mantronix,
Sam Rivers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Colin Newman,
The Gories,
Arab on Radar,
Grey Daturas,
Gang Starr,
Oneida,
Jacob Miller,
T.S.O.L.,
cv313,
Juan Atkins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Alison Limerick,
Peter and Kerry,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Soft Cell,
Kayak,
Fluxion,
Massinfluence,
Eddi Front,
Mission of Burma,
Warren Ellis,
June Days,
This Heat,
Ronan,
Lalann,
The Smiths,
Tommy Roe,
Judy Mowatt,
In Retrospect,
The Busters,
The Wake,
Quadrant,
Iggy Pop,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Radiohead,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Human League,
Joensuu 1685,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.