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 Luxembourg and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare 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 Main Source to the rap 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Essential Logic,
Cecil Taylor,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kayak,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Amon Düül II,
the Soft Cell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Selecter,
Harpers Bizarre,
Echospace,
The Vogues,
Idris Muhammad,
Agitation Free,
Amazonics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
OOIOO,
Tears for Fears,
Ossler,
Thee Headcoats,
Parry Music,
AZ,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Standells,
Scrapy,
D'Angelo,
Henry Cow,
Lou Christie,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Pus,
Dave Gahan,
Half Japanese,
Lucky Dragons,
Model 500,
Symarip,
The Monks,
Toni Rubio,
Heaven 17,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Barry Ungar,
Terrestrial Tones,
Basic Channel,
Derrick May,
T.S.O.L.,
Michelle Simonal,
Tres Demented,
The Mummies,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Sheep,
Godley & Creme,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Matthew Bourne,
Deakin,
Big Daddy Kane,
Duran Duran,
Second Layer,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.