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 Montenegro and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer 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 Monks to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Moody Blues,
Siglo XX,
Desert Stars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Goldenarms,
Marvin Gaye,
The Motions,
Al Stewart,
The Kinks,
Dual Sessions,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Remains,
Black Bananas,
Suburban Knight,
Circle Jerks,
The Associates,
Connie Case,
Zapp,
Nation of Ulysses,
Brick,
Pantaleimon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Busters,
Soft Cell,
Eurythmics,
Swell Maps,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Surgeon,
Adolescents,
Sugar Minott,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Velvet Underground,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Con Funk Shun,
Sun Ra,
Heaven 17,
Rufus Thomas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
James White and The Blacks,
Alton Ellis,
Dead Boys,
Joy Division,
The Star Department,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Smiths,
Soft Machine,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Monochrome Set,
Public Image Ltd.,
Josef K,
Ronnie Foster,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bill Near,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Judy Mowatt,
Kenny Larkin,
Lindisfarne,
F. McDonald,
David Bowie,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Music Machine,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.