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 Algeria and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 grunge 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
D'Angelo,
B.T. Express,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Chris & Cosey,
Mo-Dettes,
Average White Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tommy Roe,
DJ Style,
Adolescents,
Fluxion,
The Fortunes,
Gong,
a-ha,
Rakim,
Desert Stars,
Echospace,
Minny Pops,
John Lydon,
Fela Kuti,
Lou Reed,
Oblivians,
Guru Guru,
Letta Mbulu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rod Modell,
Jeff Mills,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Neon Judgement,
The Offenders,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bronski Beat,
OOIOO,
Camouflage,
Kurtis Blow,
Sällskapet,
Parry Music,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pierre Henry,
Suburban Knight,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sound Behaviour,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Shoche,
X-Ray Spex,
The Mojo Men,
Ken Boothe,
The Martian,
Siglo XX,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
FM Einheit,
Cluster,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Judy Mowatt,
Big Daddy Kane,
Arthur Verocai,
The Sound,
Gang Starr,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.