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 Monaco and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 Ultravox to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Alton Ellis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Leaves,
A Certain Ratio,
Skaos,
Malaria!,
Bobby Womack,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cymande,
Little Man,
The Moleskins,
Dave Gahan,
Animal Collective,
The Monks,
The Tremeloes,
Cecil Taylor,
Y Pants,
the Slits,
Index,
The Remains,
Terrestrial Tones,
June of 44,
Unrelated Segments,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Reed,
Fear,
Buzzcocks,
Basic Channel,
Robert Görl,
Sun City Girls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Connie Case,
Fatback Band,
Anakelly,
Ultra Naté,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Don Cherry,
Excepter,
L. Decosne,
Simply Red,
Todd Terry,
Icehouse,
Das Ding,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Blossom Toes,
Warsaw,
Henry Cow,
Ten City,
Monolake,
Ornette Coleman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gladiators,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hoover,
Kayak,
John Foxx,
Anthony Braxton,
Funky Four + One,
Depeche Mode,
Desert Stars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.