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 Japan and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare 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 Delon & Dalcan to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Jacob Miller,
Quando Quango,
Pylon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marvin Gaye,
Rapeman,
Andrew Hill,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pole,
Metal Thangz,
EPMD,
Gang of Four,
Bill Near,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Oblivians,
Goldenarms,
The American Breed,
The Grass Roots,
Gang Green,
The Stooges,
the Sonics,
Dead Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kayak,
Eurythmics,
Mark Hollis,
The Victims,
Dave Gahan,
Godley & Creme,
Pantytec,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Isaac Hayes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Radiohead,
Sister Nancy,
Los Fastidios,
The Barracudas,
The Monks,
Ornette Coleman,
John Coltrane,
Black Bananas,
The Leaves,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Minny Pops,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Litter,
the Soft Cell,
Susan Cadogan,
Derrick Morgan,
The Saints,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Maurizio,
The Modern Lovers,
The Golliwogs,
The Pop Group,
Harmonia,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.