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 Libya and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 K-Klass to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Morten Harket,
Skarface,
Derrick Morgan,
Howard Jones,
Livin' Joy,
Rapeman,
ABBA,
The Vogues,
the Human League,
Index,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Blake Baxter,
Parry Music,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kerrie Biddell,
Matthew Bourne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DJ Sneak,
The Cure,
Metal Thangz,
EPMD,
Royal Trux,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lalo Schifrin,
Flamin' Groovies,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Isaac Hayes,
Swans,
Tears for Fears,
The Remains,
Toni Rubio,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
JFA,
The Angels of Light,
The Last Poets,
Aural Exciters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
June of 44,
China Crisis,
The Misunderstood,
Zapp,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Mojo Men,
Sonic Youth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Vainqueur,
Johnny Clarke,
The Seeds,
Roxette,
Eric Dolphy,
Deadbeat,
Quando Quango,
DJ Style,
X-101,
Suburban Knight,
Ultra Naté,
D'Angelo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.