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 Iran and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the grunge 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Desert Stars,
Model 500,
Porter Ricks,
Gang Green,
John Lydon,
China Crisis,
Scientists,
Quadrant,
Amazonics,
Patti Smith,
Stereo Dub,
DJ Sneak,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soul Sonic Force,
JFA,
The Angels of Light,
Steve Hackett,
Ossler,
Inner City,
Scratch Acid,
Anakelly,
The Doors,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eli Mardock,
Nils Olav,
Sixth Finger,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Matthew Halsall,
Los Fastidios,
Lee Hazlewood,
The United States of America,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Bar-Kays,
New York Dolls,
The Young Rascals,
Young Marble Giants,
Jeff Lynne,
Faust,
Mandrill,
Mission of Burma,
Wasted Youth,
Joey Negro,
Nick Fraelich,
The Pop Group,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Birthday Party,
Underground Resistance,
Livin' Joy,
the Swans,
James White and The Blacks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Names,
Kaleidoscope,
Simply Red,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fugs,
Tomorrow,
Ornette Coleman,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.