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 Maldives and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Eve St. Jones to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Surgeon,
Massinfluence,
Freddie Wadling,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Liliput,
JFA,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nirvana,
Dennis Brown,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Alphaville,
Ultra Naté,
Vladislav Delay,
Cameo,
Fat Boys,
Depeche Mode,
Barrington Levy,
Popol Vuh,
Ponytail,
Hoover,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Swans,
The Durutti Column,
Letta Mbulu,
Ken Boothe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eve St. Jones,
Laurel Aitken,
The Busters,
E-Dancer,
Tears for Fears,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Raincoats,
The Young Rascals,
Basic Channel,
The Pop Group,
Robert Görl,
Bobby Hutcherson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Severed Heads,
Parry Music,
Niagra,
Agitation Free,
Chrome,
Aural Exciters,
The Monks,
Pylon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Circle Jerks,
Roger Hodgson,
Skriet,
Loose Ends,
Deepchord,
Excepter,
Moebius,
The Black Dice,
Motorama,
Bauhaus,
Neu!,
Fear,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.