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 Afghanistan and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba 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 Silicon Teens to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
E-Dancer,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Dave Clark Five,
Public Enemy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wally Richardson,
Camouflage,
Liliput,
Graham Central Station,
The Monochrome Set,
Wolf Eyes,
Grey Daturas,
Suicide,
Spoonie Gee,
Curtis Mayfield,
Swell Maps,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang Gang Dance,
Trumans Water,
Supertramp,
Clear Light,
Bill Near,
DJ Sneak,
Stockholm Monsters,
Charles Mingus,
Matthew Bourne,
the Fania All-Stars,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The New Christs,
Suburban Knight,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pulsallama,
Mantronix,
Altered Images,
Barrington Levy,
The Fall,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Juan Atkins,
Yazoo,
The Knickerbockers,
The American Breed,
Massinfluence,
Amazonics,
Bootsy Collins,
The Young Rascals,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang Starr,
Procol Harum,
Sound Behaviour,
Fad Gadget,
Nico,
Rufus Thomas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Susan Cadogan,
The Toasters,
Mad Mike,
Bush Tetras,
48th St. Collective,
Funky Four + One,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.