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 Papua New Guinea and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
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 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Magma to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Zapp,
the Sonics,
E-Dancer,
Y Pants,
Grauzone,
Darondo,
Flash Fearless,
A Certain Ratio,
Man Parrish,
Ken Boothe,
Mark Hollis,
The Beau Brummels,
Peter and Kerry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
David McCallum,
Alice Coltrane,
Absolute Body Control,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
X-102,
James White and The Blacks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Donny Hathaway,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Buzzcocks,
Goldenarms,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Angels of Light,
The Real Kids,
The Doors,
Yusef Lateef,
Junior Murvin,
Make Up,
PIL,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
AZ,
the Swans,
Ludus,
Gong,
Tubeway Army,
The Moody Blues,
Maleditus Sound,
Eric Copeland,
Ornette Coleman,
Scrapy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Funky Four + One,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stereo Dub,
La Düsseldorf,
Anthony Braxton,
The Index,
Kenny Larkin,
Stiv Bators,
Popol Vuh,
The Searchers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sam Rivers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Depeche Mode,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.