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 Turkey and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes 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 Delta 5 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Lalann,
The Techniques,
Joe Finger,
One Last Wish,
Severed Heads,
Robert Hood,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Isaac Hayes,
Bluetip,
Wasted Youth,
Malaria!,
Gang Gang Dance,
Reagan Youth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Oblivians,
Bush Tetras,
The Alarm Clocks,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Dead C,
PIL,
The Knickerbockers,
Sun City Girls,
The Blackbyrds,
Jawbox,
The Standells,
The Cure,
Blancmange,
Morten Harket,
Gastr Del Sol,
Minny Pops,
Kerri Chandler,
JFA,
Alton Ellis,
Mandrill,
Lungfish,
Goldenarms,
Todd Rundgren,
Sonny Sharrock,
Shuggie Otis,
Das Ding,
Harmonia,
Brick,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Germs,
The Residents,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Seeds,
Avey Tare,
Derrick May,
Scientists,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ultra Naté,
Steve Hackett,
the Slits,
Hasil Adkins,
The Zeros,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Panda Bear,
Warren Ellis,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.