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 Burkina and from Seoul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Scratch Acid to the grunge 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Metal Thangz,
Nas,
Kaleidoscope,
David McCallum,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Slits,
Television Personalities,
Ken Boothe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marvin Gaye,
Swans,
Ronan,
Suicide,
The Moody Blues,
The Gun Club,
Don Cherry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Young Rascals,
Curtis Mayfield,
Stiv Bators,
Rites of Spring,
Whodini,
Audionom,
Eric Dolphy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Juan Atkins,
Susan Cadogan,
The Dirtbombs,
Y Pants,
Pet Shop Boys,
PIL,
Cheater Slicks,
The Cure,
Sex Pistols,
Ossler,
Pylon,
Royal Trux,
Khruangbin,
June Days,
Masters at Work,
Camberwell Now,
This Heat,
K-Klass,
Guru Guru,
Colin Newman,
Shoche,
Intrusion,
X-Ray Spex,
Simply Red,
La Düsseldorf,
Aaron Thompson,
Glenn Branca,
Von Mondo,
Thompson Twins,
The Victims,
Sun City Girls,
Jacques Brel,
Sällskapet,
Lindisfarne,
Robert Hood,
The Knickerbockers,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.