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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Barrington Levy to the punk 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Half Japanese,
Ornette Coleman,
Mars,
Sugar Minott,
Section 25,
The Seeds,
kango's stein massive,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Robert Wyatt,
Eric B and Rakim,
Masters at Work,
Big Daddy Kane,
Darondo,
The Grass Roots,
Lou Christie,
Fat Boys,
The Skatalites,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rod Modell,
The Sound,
R.M.O.,
Amazonics,
Pussy Galore,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marvin Gaye,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Blancmange,
Neu!,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Warsaw,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Toni Rubio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kurtis Blow,
Buzzcocks,
James White and The Blacks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bronski Beat,
Thompson Twins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Peter and Kerry,
Fear,
a-ha,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Camouflage,
Man Eating Sloth,
MDC,
Quadrant,
Loose Ends,
Aswad,
Absolute Body Control,
New Age Steppers,
Bootsy Collins,
Stockholm Monsters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.