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 Solomon Islands and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe 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 Sparks to the disco 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Fat Boys,
Trumans Water,
Livin' Joy,
The Mummies,
Prince Buster,
Johnny Clarke,
The Busters,
Sarah Menescal,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Tremeloes,
Sonic Youth,
Roxy Music,
Ossler,
Negative Approach,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gregory Isaacs,
Skriet,
Cal Tjader,
The Stooges,
Max Romeo,
Motorama,
Rhythm & Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
Sister Nancy,
Donald Byrd,
Glenn Branca,
Popol Vuh,
JFA,
Quando Quango,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Carl Craig,
Reuben Wilson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fear,
The Sonics,
Erasure,
Electric Prunes,
Goldenarms,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Durutti Column,
Oblivians,
Wolf Eyes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Alphaville,
cv313,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Anakelly,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dual Sessions,
Sällskapet,
MDC,
Toni Rubio,
Interpol,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Half Japanese,
Danielle Patucci,
Juan Atkins,
UT,
Marmalade,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.