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 Luxembourg and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator 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 Tears for Fears to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Blake Baxter,
Dave Gahan,
Howard Jones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Technova,
Sun Ra,
Avey Tare,
The Standells,
The Wake,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Young Rascals,
Q and Not U,
Pere Ubu,
the Sonics,
Donald Byrd,
The Selecter,
Roy Ayers,
Underground Resistance,
Roxy Music,
The Mummies,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cluster,
The Mojo Men,
The Last Poets,
Spoonie Gee,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lungfish,
Mo-Dettes,
The Pop Group,
The Saints,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Normal,
Skaos,
KRS-One,
Faraquet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Pretty Things,
Rapeman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Dirtbombs,
K-Klass,
Alice Coltrane,
Audionom,
Marc Almond,
The Divine Comedy,
The Golliwogs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Circle Jerks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jacques Brel,
Tom Boy,
The Martian,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Velvet Underground,
The Angels of Light,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kevin Saunderson,
Babytalk,
D'Angelo,
Mad Mike,
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.