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 Bahamas 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the electroclash 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ken Boothe,
Mandrill,
Junior Murvin,
The Sonics,
Ice-T,
Grandmaster Flash,
Colin Newman,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nils Olav,
Hasil Adkins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ultimate Spinach,
Agent Orange,
Make Up,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Youth Brigade,
Fat Boys,
Black Sheep,
The Busters,
The Zeros,
Blancmange,
Dawn Penn,
Rekid,
Simply Red,
Tim Buckley,
Theoretical Girls,
Zapp,
Second Layer,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Pretty Things,
Oneida,
Yusef Lateef,
Outsiders,
Alice Coltrane,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Golliwogs,
Aloha Tigers,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Velvet Underground,
John Foxx,
Eden Ahbez,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rakim,
The Fugs,
Goldenarms,
Khruangbin,
The Shadows of Knight,
Boz Scaggs,
The Smiths,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The J.B.'s,
The Moody Blues,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hashim,
Idris Muhammad,
Jacob Miller,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.