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 Sri Lanka and from Cairo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Barclay James Harvest to the dance 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Anakelly,
Symarip,
Tim Buckley,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tres Demented,
Can,
Warsaw,
Soul II Soul,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lightning Bolt,
Oneida,
Little Man,
Barrington Levy,
Camberwell Now,
Television,
Bauhaus,
Suicide,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Johnny Osbourne,
Boz Scaggs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Angels of Light,
Jeff Mills,
Stetsasonic,
New Age Steppers,
The Neon Judgement,
Electric Prunes,
Clear Light,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Juan Atkins,
Intrusion,
Suburban Knight,
Funky Four + One,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Vogues,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sixth Finger,
Black Sheep,
Inner City,
The Moody Blues,
Marc Almond,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joe Smooth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Todd Rundgren,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fear,
Jacob Miller,
The Barracudas,
Malaria!,
Camouflage,
Animal Collective,
The Leaves,
Gastr Del Sol,
Heaven 17,
Wings,
Pylon,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.