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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Bologna.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Invisible to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
The Evens,
Eyeless In Gaza,
X-101,
Quantec,
Rites of Spring,
Arab on Radar,
Faust,
Television,
Wolf Eyes,
Spandau Ballet,
Kerrie Biddell,
E-Dancer,
Patti Smith,
Mandrill,
Y Pants,
Interpol,
Jimmy McGriff,
Boz Scaggs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Moon,
Stiv Bators,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nas,
Hoover,
Chris Corsano,
DJ Sneak,
Marine Girls,
Hashim,
John Cale,
Von Mondo,
Tomorrow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bizarre Inc.,
Massinfluence,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Funky Four + One,
Fatback Band,
Lungfish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Godley & Creme,
Matthew Halsall,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gichy Dan,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Last Poets,
The Neon Judgement,
Smog,
Black Pus,
Suburban Knight,
Susan Cadogan,
Parry Music,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Bananas,
Max Romeo,
The Dirtbombs,
Donald Byrd,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eden Ahbez,
Robert Hood,
Dead Boys,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.