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 Turkmenistan and from London.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Michael McDonald 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 Scrapy to the techno 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Janne Schatter,
Andrew Hill,
Warsaw,
Kaleidoscope,
Sam Rivers,
Joe Smooth,
James White and The Blacks,
Icehouse,
Marine Girls,
The Walker Brothers,
Half Japanese,
MDC,
Vladislav Delay,
Dave Gahan,
John Lydon,
The Five Americans,
Severed Heads,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ludus,
Youth Brigade,
The Doors,
Chris & Cosey,
Procol Harum,
The Slits,
the Germs,
Crooked Eye,
Rod Modell,
Prince Buster,
Warren Ellis,
Franke,
The Dead C,
Intrusion,
Buzzcocks,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Association,
Kas Product,
Public Enemy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Section 25,
Arab on Radar,
Donald Byrd,
Sound Behaviour,
Sarah Menescal,
Eddi Front,
Pulsallama,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Arcadia,
kango's stein massive,
H. Thieme,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
U.S. Maple,
These Immortal Souls,
Sex Pistols,
In Retrospect,
K-Klass,
Scrapy,
Gang Gang Dance,
David McCallum,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.