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 Libya and from Bremen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 H. Thieme to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
John Cale,
Scan 7,
Rosa Yemen,
Icehouse,
Donny Hathaway,
Soft Machine,
Drexciya,
Skaos,
Kayak,
The Monochrome Set,
Absolute Body Control,
Alphaville,
Depeche Mode,
Y Pants,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rekid,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Isaac Hayes,
the Human League,
Tom Boy,
Desert Stars,
T. Rex,
The Victims,
Alice Coltrane,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aural Exciters,
Banda Bassotti,
Quantec,
Godley & Creme,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Gladiators,
Ornette Coleman,
Masters at Work,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Toni Rubio,
Chris & Cosey,
FM Einheit,
Eric Copeland,
Pantytec,
ABBA,
Flash Fearless,
The Kinks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Patti Smith,
LL Cool J,
Lou Reed,
Peter and Kerry,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nils Olav,
John Holt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Blackbyrds,
The Divine Comedy,
Gang Green,
Marvin Gaye,
Eli Mardock,
Index,
Stiv Bators,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.