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 Lesotho and from Shanghai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Peter & Gordon,
Groovy Waters,
Althea and Donna,
The Fugs,
Country Teasers,
Main Source,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Normal,
U.S. Maple,
Colin Newman,
Minny Pops,
Mission of Burma,
Danielle Patucci,
Todd Rundgren,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mad Mike,
Skriet,
Ultravox,
Motorama,
Von Mondo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Radio Birdman,
Girls At Our Best!,
Blossom Toes,
Eli Mardock,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Infiniti,
Johnny Clarke,
Agitation Free,
Smog,
The Monks,
Ronnie Foster,
Terry Callier,
Vladislav Delay,
The Index,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joy Division,
Sex Pistols,
Fad Gadget,
ABC,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Schoolly D,
Davy DMX,
the Human League,
Hardrive,
Sugar Minott,
Byron Stingily,
Toni Rubio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Toasters,
Interpol,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Negative Approach,
Jacques Brel,
Cecil Taylor,
John Holt,
The J.B.'s,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.