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 Paraguay 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Birthday Party to the punk 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soft Machine,
The Fugs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scientists,
The Gap Band,
the Swans,
The Litter,
X-102,
James White and The Blacks,
Hashim,
Letta Mbulu,
Trumans Water,
Pulsallama,
Sparks,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Womack,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Misunderstood,
Barrington Levy,
the Bar-Kays,
KRS-One,
Michelle Simonal,
The Names,
Accadde A,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Essential Logic,
Gabor Szabo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bang On A Can,
Joyce Sims,
Spandau Ballet,
Stetsasonic,
Swans,
Dawn Penn,
Rufus Thomas,
Minnie Riperton,
Joe Smooth,
David Axelrod,
Maurizio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fear,
The Gun Club,
Patti Smith,
Jesper Dahlback,
Matthew Bourne,
John Coltrane,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
OOIOO,
Guru Guru,
Black Bananas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soulsonic Force,
Lou Christie,
Public Enemy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kevin Saunderson,
Flipper,
Electric Prunes,
Nas,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.