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 Bhutan 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Lou Reed 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 Radio Birdman to the disco 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Mission of Burma,
Robert Görl,
The Smiths,
Funkadelic,
The Shadows of Knight,
Easy Going,
Buzzcocks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Harpers Bizarre,
Don Cherry,
Matthew Bourne,
Slave,
David McCallum,
Newcleus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lalann,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Raincoats,
Radiopuhelimet,
Charles Mingus,
the Human League,
The Grass Roots,
Metal Thangz,
The Techniques,
Barry Ungar,
Girls At Our Best!,
Moebius,
Mandrill,
Section 25,
Soul II Soul,
Rosa Yemen,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sixth Finger,
D'Angelo,
Cameo,
Lindisfarne,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Litter,
Wings,
JFA,
Public Enemy,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marshall Jefferson,
K-Klass,
Pagans,
Aural Exciters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stetsasonic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ten City,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Electric Prunes,
Barbara Tucker,
Silicon Teens,
Mad Mike,
Grey Daturas,
Flash Fearless,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.