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 Australia and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cameo to the crunk 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Subhumans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
David McCallum,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pagans,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Soft Cell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Blossom Toes,
Banda Bassotti,
Brand Nubian,
Ultravox,
Juan Atkins,
Sexual Harrassment,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Reagan Youth,
Lucky Dragons,
Ultra Naté,
Average White Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Warsaw,
The Smoke,
Big Daddy Kane,
X-101,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pharoah Sanders,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Bananas,
Simply Red,
The Move,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Das Ding,
Nico,
Kerri Chandler,
Robert Görl,
Ice-T,
The Dirtbombs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lungfish,
The Invisible,
Shoche,
The Cure,
China Crisis,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fugs,
Black Pus,
The Cowsills,
Slave,
Symarip,
Gang of Four,
The Barracudas,
Terry Callier,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rufus Thomas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yazoo,
Tommy Roe,
Bobby Womack,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.