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 Nepal and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar 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 Al Stewart 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Icehouse,
Robert Görl,
kango's stein massive,
Massinfluence,
Model 500,
Symarip,
Spandau Ballet,
Bluetip,
Michelle Simonal,
Lyres,
OOIOO,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gabor Szabo,
Rosa Yemen,
Suburban Knight,
Cal Tjader,
F. McDonald,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kas Product,
ABC,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Stockholm Monsters,
Maleditus Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
Aural Exciters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Selecter,
Robert Wyatt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Girls At Our Best!,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
New York Dolls,
Soft Machine,
Suicide,
Ornette Coleman,
Silicon Teens,
FM Einheit,
Outsiders,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Durutti Column,
Neil Young,
Delta 5,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brand Nubian,
Hardrive,
The Kinks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eurythmics,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fatback Band,
Niagra,
Erykah Badu,
Deadbeat,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sarah Menescal,
Nation of Ulysses,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Babytalk,
Rakim,
Rod Modell,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.