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 Bulgaria and from Halifax.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ludus to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Crime,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Davy DMX,
Ludus,
Kas Product,
Jacob Miller,
Sex Pistols,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Young Rascals,
Tears for Fears,
Pierre Henry,
Index,
Soul Sonic Force,
Basic Channel,
Popol Vuh,
Radiohead,
Fad Gadget,
Lucky Dragons,
the Normal,
Erasure,
Aural Exciters,
The Move,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wasted Youth,
Scrapy,
Negative Approach,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eurythmics,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Smiths,
Crispian St. Peters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Yusef Lateef,
Hasil Adkins,
Yazoo,
Soul II Soul,
The J.B.'s,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lalann,
X-102,
Simply Red,
Bluetip,
Joe Smooth,
Ohio Players,
The Red Krayola,
Stetsasonic,
Dual Sessions,
Ten City,
H. Thieme,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
Infiniti,
Motorama,
Radio Birdman,
The Wake,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.