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 South Africa 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nirvana to the rock 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
The J.B.'s,
Roy Ayers,
Chrome,
Andrew Hill,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Monks,
Procol Harum,
The Seeds,
Ronnie Foster,
MDC,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Parry Music,
Thompson Twins,
Sarah Menescal,
The Offenders,
Can,
Model 500,
Whodini,
The Invisible,
Faust,
the Soft Cell,
The Selecter,
Joe Smooth,
Liliput,
Blancmange,
Flash Fearless,
Qualms,
Colin Newman,
R.M.O.,
Ituana,
Sandy B,
The Toasters,
Massinfluence,
PIL,
Graham Central Station,
Fat Boys,
Nils Olav,
Amon Düül,
Hot Snakes,
kango's stein massive,
Accadde A,
Janne Schatter,
Jerry's Kids,
Robert Görl,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Depeche Mode,
The Evens,
The Vogues,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Second Layer,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Bourne,
Kurtis Blow,
Zapp,
The Skatalites,
Urselle,
Jawbox,
Quadrant,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.