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 Hungary and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare 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 Brass Construction to the funk 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Derrick May,
Pole,
the Fania All-Stars,
Alton Ellis,
Neu!,
Wire,
L. Decosne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Circle Jerks,
Zapp,
Boredoms,
Darondo,
Hashim,
Tim Buckley,
Thompson Twins,
Rufus Thomas,
Rekid,
the Normal,
Mission of Burma,
Janne Schatter,
Agent Orange,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Glambeats Corp.,
Visage,
The Searchers,
Loose Ends,
Dawn Penn,
Gang Green,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Godley & Creme,
Soul II Soul,
Gong,
Arcadia,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Siglo XX,
The Barracudas,
The Neon Judgement,
China Crisis,
Section 25,
Ponytail,
Intrusion,
Steve Hackett,
The Tremeloes,
Easy Going,
Unrelated Segments,
Oblivians,
Kevin Saunderson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Mojo Men,
David McCallum,
Nirvana,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mandrill,
Neil Young,
Massinfluence,
Suburban Knight,
Vladislav Delay,
Colin Newman,
Ultravox,
Tubeway Army,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.