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 San Marino and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mission of Burma to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman 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?
Joy Division,
The Count Five,
L. Decosne,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rites of Spring,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sparks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Swans,
Reagan Youth,
Radio Birdman,
AZ,
Throbbing Gristle,
Guru Guru,
Sam Rivers,
Jandek,
Robert Hood,
Mantronix,
Bobby Byrd,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Cowsills,
Animal Collective,
Negative Approach,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Drexciya,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cymande,
The Cramps,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Magazine,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Prince Buster,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Model 500,
Index,
Neu!,
10cc,
Dave Gahan,
Brick,
Sexual Harrassment,
Maurizio,
Alphaville,
Pole,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wasted Youth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jacob Miller,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Toni Rubio,
The Gladiators,
The Beau Brummels,
Man Parrish,
The Angels of Light,
The Blues Magoos,
Television Personalities,
The Doors,
Tomorrow,
Pagans,
The Barracudas,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.