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 Saudi Arabia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Cairo and Spokane.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Buckinghams to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ken Boothe,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rakim,
Quando Quango,
The Red Krayola,
The Buckinghams,
Marmalade,
Bobby Sherman,
Rod Modell,
Lyres,
The Mummies,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kenny Larkin,
Mandrill,
Mantronix,
Con Funk Shun,
Q and Not U,
R.M.O.,
Agitation Free,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
New Age Steppers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pantaleimon,
the Normal,
Sun Ra,
Theoretical Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crash Course in Science,
E-Dancer,
Ultravox,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tomorrow,
Hoover,
Roy Ayers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fatback Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
OOIOO,
James Chance & The Contortions,
T. Rex,
Lower 48,
Neu!,
Robert Görl,
Vainqueur,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
CMW,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rapeman,
The Slackers,
Chrome,
Pierre Henry,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scrapy,
Aural Exciters,
The Remains,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gang of Four,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.