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 Korea South 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Archie Shepp to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
The Gories,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lower 48,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eric Copeland,
The Saints,
X-101,
Arab on Radar,
a-ha,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lakeside,
Aural Exciters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sandy B,
Zapp,
The Count Five,
Blake Baxter,
Siglo XX,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Isaac Hayes,
Yusef Lateef,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kool Moe Dee,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Germs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
EPMD,
Talk Talk,
Bobbi Humphrey,
A Certain Ratio,
Brass Construction,
The Red Krayola,
Minny Pops,
The Star Department,
Nick Fraelich,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
One Last Wish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Janne Schatter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
X-Ray Spex,
Neu!,
B.T. Express,
Tubeway Army,
Hashim,
Bad Manners,
Junior Murvin,
Negative Approach,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scion,
Loose Ends,
the Slits,
Alison Limerick,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fire Engines,
Rakim,
Country Teasers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.