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 Comoros 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Infiniti to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
The Skatalites,
Byron Stingily,
the Sonics,
The Names,
Sonny Sharrock,
Subhumans,
Juan Atkins,
Electric Prunes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nils Olav,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fat Boys,
Mars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Techniques,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ralphi Rosario,
D'Angelo,
Sandy B,
Bauhaus,
The Human League,
The Dead C,
The Leaves,
Jeff Lynne,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soft Cell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Television Personalities,
Eddi Front,
DJ Sneak,
Maurizio,
The Beau Brummels,
Trumans Water,
Goldenarms,
Mantronix,
Idris Muhammad,
Half Japanese,
E-Dancer,
Joyce Sims,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pere Ubu,
Brass Construction,
Jerry's Kids,
Outsiders,
Gang Starr,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
ABC,
Can,
Gang of Four,
Soulsonic Force,
Depeche Mode,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Swell Maps,
Deadbeat,
Gabor Szabo,
Negative Approach,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Evens,
Magazine,
Ituana,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.