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 St Lucia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron 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 X-102 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Nas,
Rotary Connection,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Barrington Levy,
Wire,
Agitation Free,
Gichy Dan,
Adolescents,
Crash Course in Science,
The American Breed,
Johnny Clarke,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fugazi,
The Leaves,
Inner City,
Fear,
Interpol,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kayak,
Trumans Water,
Nation of Ulysses,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rod Modell,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Black Dice,
Skarface,
Pierre Henry,
Chrome,
Faraquet,
Cal Tjader,
The Motions,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cluster,
Man Eating Sloth,
Franke,
Mantronix,
Simply Red,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Anakelly,
Cymande,
Joensuu 1685,
Yazoo,
Graham Central Station,
Ohio Players,
Organ,
Index,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Albert Ayler,
Soft Cell,
Robert Görl,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Warsaw,
The Smoke,
Yaz,
Kaleidoscope,
Althea and Donna,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.