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 Finland and from London.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Man Parrish to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie 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?
Curtis Mayfield,
Eve St. Jones,
The Index,
K-Klass,
Ultravox,
Banda Bassotti,
Max Romeo,
This Heat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fela Kuti,
The Golliwogs,
Dennis Brown,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sex Pistols,
Rakim,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Con Funk Shun,
Talk Talk,
Faust,
Jacob Miller,
Pierre Henry,
Barrington Levy,
Anakelly,
Skriet,
Connie Case,
Radiohead,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brothers Johnson,
Yaz,
UT,
Janne Schatter,
The Monochrome Set,
the Swans,
The Wake,
Depeche Mode,
Hardrive,
Bootsy Collins,
The Move,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marvin Gaye,
The Kinks,
Moby Grape,
Cheater Slicks,
Inner City,
Kayak,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Au Pairs,
the Soft Cell,
DJ Sneak,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Boz Scaggs,
Aaron Thompson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ludus,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Country Teasers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.