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 United Kingdom and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba 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 Lightning Bolt to the jazz 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Reuben Wilson,
Pagans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Public Enemy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Juan Atkins,
Robert Wyatt,
The Zeros,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Harry Pussy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
New York Dolls,
Glenn Branca,
Easy Going,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ten City,
Television Personalities,
Dual Sessions,
The Moleskins,
Ornette Coleman,
Niagra,
Guru Guru,
Dark Day,
Soft Machine,
Severed Heads,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fortunes,
Quando Quango,
The Move,
Hardrive,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Supertramp,
David Axelrod,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Theoretical Girls,
Graham Central Station,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tommy Roe,
Frankie Knuckles,
Make Up,
Lightning Bolt,
Surgeon,
AZ,
Panda Bear,
Absolute Body Control,
Whodini,
Laurel Aitken,
The Busters,
Audionom,
Underground Resistance,
Sound Behaviour,
The Buckinghams,
Wasted Youth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Infiniti,
The Gun Club,
U.S. Maple,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fela Kuti,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.