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 Antigua and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum 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 John Cale to the rock 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare 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 linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Stetsasonic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
X-102,
James White and The Blacks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Skriet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eve St. Jones,
Drexciya,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lungfish,
Banda Bassotti,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kool Moe Dee,
Babytalk,
Bobby Byrd,
Skarface,
The Associates,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Young Marble Giants,
Bush Tetras,
Flash Fearless,
X-101,
The Wake,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sugar Minott,
The Mummies,
Bootsy Collins,
Camberwell Now,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Depeche Mode,
The Cramps,
China Crisis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Cale,
The Walker Brothers,
The Smiths,
Whodini,
Accadde A,
Qualms,
MDC,
The Human League,
The United States of America,
Television,
Jerry's Kids,
Soft Cell,
The Invisible,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Black Dice,
Spandau Ballet,
Sixth Finger,
Crime,
Roger Hodgson,
Groovy Waters,
Buzzcocks,
The Moleskins,
Tomorrow,
Model 500,
David Bowie,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.