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 Kiribati and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord 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 AZ to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Aural Exciters,
Mandrill,
Pantaleimon,
The Move,
Maurizio,
The New Christs,
Ronnie Foster,
Nirvana,
Ken Boothe,
Juan Atkins,
Don Cherry,
Camouflage,
Malaria!,
The Cramps,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Count Five,
Colin Newman,
Wally Richardson,
The Seeds,
Darondo,
Amon Düül II,
Janne Schatter,
Johnny Osbourne,
Desert Stars,
The Gladiators,
New Age Steppers,
The Misunderstood,
New Order,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barry Ungar,
Radio Birdman,
Barbara Tucker,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cure,
8 Eyed Spy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Das Ding,
Quando Quango,
Alphaville,
Kayak,
The Star Department,
Minutemen,
Sexual Harrassment,
D'Angelo,
Wolf Eyes,
Rod Modell,
Peter and Kerry,
Tomorrow,
Quantec,
The Evens,
Sixth Finger,
Audionom,
ABC,
The Flesh Eaters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cybotron,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.