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 Cameroon and from Salvador.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Techniques to the rap 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
T.S.O.L.,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nirvana,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Moody Blues,
The Victims,
Deadbeat,
Althea and Donna,
Matthew Bourne,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang of Four,
Scientists,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joe Finger,
Q and Not U,
The Invisible,
Boz Scaggs,
The Human League,
the Fania All-Stars,
Groovy Waters,
Ituana,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yellowson,
Hashim,
ABBA,
Minnie Riperton,
Stereo Dub,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Associates,
The Move,
John Lydon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Sheep,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
X-102,
Todd Terry,
The Flesh Eaters,
Saccharine Trust,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jerry's Kids,
The Grass Roots,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Procol Harum,
Visage,
Negative Approach,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Pretty Things,
Massinfluence,
Sonny Sharrock,
Minor Threat,
Terry Callier,
Pierre Henry,
Funkadelic,
Bauhaus,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Womack,
Tom Boy,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.