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 Chad and from Halifax.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Metal Thangz to the funk 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Pantytec,
Bauhaus,
The Blues Magoos,
Charles Mingus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Birthday Party,
Tubeway Army,
The Cure,
Brass Construction,
Buzzcocks,
Little Man,
a-ha,
Eric Dolphy,
Minor Threat,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Index,
Marmalade,
Depeche Mode,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Skriet,
Groovy Waters,
The Trojans,
Guru Guru,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rapeman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dave Gahan,
Con Funk Shun,
The Index,
Wally Richardson,
Hot Snakes,
Stereo Dub,
Grauzone,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Boz Scaggs,
Matthew Bourne,
Magma,
Kayak,
Grandmaster Flash,
Max Romeo,
Mantronix,
The Monks,
Subhumans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Suicide,
Bootsy Collins,
Schoolly D,
The Fuzztones,
Chris Corsano,
Saccharine Trust,
Sister Nancy,
Lyres,
David Bowie,
Malaria!,
X-101,
Flipper,
Minny Pops,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.