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 Algeria and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Black Flag,
Arthur Verocai,
Ituana,
Alison Limerick,
Electric Prunes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Second Layer,
Agent Orange,
Agitation Free,
Juan Atkins,
Black Bananas,
ABBA,
Excepter,
Sister Nancy,
Arcadia,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Durutti Column,
The Angels of Light,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Interpol,
Public Image Ltd.,
Babytalk,
Scientists,
Stiv Bators,
Swans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Steve Hackett,
Kerri Chandler,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultra Naté,
Reuben Wilson,
Junior Murvin,
Tomorrow,
Black Sheep,
The Names,
Deepchord,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
James Chance & The Contortions,
B.T. Express,
Outsiders,
AZ,
Can,
The Tremeloes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Andrew Hill,
H. Thieme,
Warsaw,
These Immortal Souls,
Janne Schatter,
Fad Gadget,
Whodini,
Supertramp,
Pulsallama,
Massinfluence,
Aswad,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wings,
Robert Wyatt,
The Gap Band,
Camouflage,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.