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 Equatorial Guinea and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gerry Rafferty to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Rakim,
Slave,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Buckinghams,
Chrome,
Interpol,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aaron Thompson,
Parry Music,
The Martian,
Matthew Halsall,
Essential Logic,
PIL,
Eurythmics,
David McCallum,
Dark Day,
Agitation Free,
Black Moon,
The Moleskins,
The Pop Group,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Half Japanese,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sound Behaviour,
Make Up,
Absolute Body Control,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tomorrow,
Bush Tetras,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jeff Lynne,
Darondo,
The Smiths,
The Cure,
David Bowie,
Dennis Brown,
The Sonics,
Eric Copeland,
The J.B.'s,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Icehouse,
Judy Mowatt,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Bar-Kays,
Agent Orange,
Andrew Hill,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Sherman,
Joyce Sims,
The Gap Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Slick Rick,
Amon Düül II,
Jawbox,
Alice Coltrane,
Roxette,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.