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 Netherlands and from Salvador.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum 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 Matthew Bourne to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Visage,
Depeche Mode,
China Crisis,
Neil Young,
John Lydon,
The Move,
Newcleus,
AZ,
Aswad,
The Trojans,
Scan 7,
Todd Rundgren,
The Litter,
Echospace,
Smog,
David Axelrod,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alison Limerick,
Fear,
Johnny Clarke,
Theoretical Girls,
Mandrill,
The Monks,
Marine Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lyres,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eric Copeland,
Yaz,
Panda Bear,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Youth Brigade,
Lalann,
Sight & Sound,
Ohio Players,
This Heat,
Los Fastidios,
D'Angelo,
Scott Walker,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lou Reed,
Harmonia,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Smiths,
Suburban Knight,
Popol Vuh,
Mantronix,
Hot Snakes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Sherman,
Sex Pistols,
Desert Stars,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Holt,
Soft Machine,
Reuben Wilson,
Rites of Spring,
Moebius,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.