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 New Zealand 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord 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 Grandmaster Flash to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Von Mondo,
Parry Music,
The Dead C,
Heaven 17,
Kerri Chandler,
Sonny Sharrock,
Goldenarms,
Sound Behaviour,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Max Romeo,
The Fall,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Spoonie Gee,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Half Japanese,
Kenny Larkin,
Hardrive,
China Crisis,
Technova,
Scrapy,
Morten Harket,
Piero Umiliani,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Niagra,
Duran Duran,
Rosa Yemen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Germs,
Leonard Cohen,
The Busters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brand Nubian,
Glenn Branca,
Grauzone,
Kurtis Blow,
Chrome,
JFA,
Bad Manners,
Fear,
Wolf Eyes,
The Durutti Column,
Q and Not U,
Bobbi Humphrey,
CMW,
Adolescents,
John Foxx,
Brass Construction,
John Coltrane,
Massinfluence,
Isaac Hayes,
Gichy Dan,
Brick,
Circle Jerks,
Dark Day,
Ken Boothe,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.