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 Afghanistan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Associates to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Derrick May,
The Angels of Light,
Yaz,
Babytalk,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Doors,
Thee Headcoats,
Jesper Dahlback,
Supertramp,
Sarah Menescal,
Steve Hackett,
The Flesh Eaters,
Josef K,
Byron Stingily,
Glenn Branca,
Chrome,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kurtis Blow,
Vladislav Delay,
The Young Rascals,
Anakelly,
Qualms,
Joey Negro,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bootsy Collins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bluetip,
The Wake,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Residents,
Black Sheep,
Lakeside,
ABC,
cv313,
Procol Harum,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Gun Club,
Sonic Youth,
Gang Green,
Danielle Patucci,
Kas Product,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Boredoms,
June Days,
The Mojo Men,
Model 500,
AZ,
Black Bananas,
Suburban Knight,
Wolf Eyes,
Depeche Mode,
Quando Quango,
Blossom Toes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Skriet,
The Monks,
Fugazi,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.