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 Haiti and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Pop Group to the grime 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Organ,
Jacques Brel,
Rod Modell,
Henry Cow,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Knickerbockers,
Mandrill,
Pole,
John Cale,
Harry Pussy,
Los Fastidios,
Pagans,
Visage,
Pulsallama,
Slave,
Clear Light,
Deepchord,
Guru Guru,
Faust,
Massinfluence,
Black Pus,
Sun City Girls,
Television,
DJ Sneak,
Lyres,
Sex Pistols,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aloha Tigers,
David McCallum,
The Buckinghams,
Maleditus Sound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ralphi Rosario,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hot Snakes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Martian,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eric Copeland,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mr. Review,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fad Gadget,
Idris Muhammad,
Brick,
Japan,
The Monochrome Set,
Livin' Joy,
Hashim,
Rakim,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang of Four,
the Human League,
Terry Callier,
B.T. Express,
Sun Ra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marmalade,
The Neon Judgement,
Fat Boys,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.