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 Antigua and from New York.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cluster to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Tom Boy,
Cheater Slicks,
Bluetip,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Black Dice,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fat Boys,
F. McDonald,
Grey Daturas,
Skriet,
Matthew Halsall,
Jeff Mills,
This Heat,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Thee Headcoats,
The Birthday Party,
The Barracudas,
The Music Machine,
These Immortal Souls,
Warsaw,
Nas,
Essential Logic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ornette Coleman,
Wasted Youth,
The United States of America,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Siglo XX,
The Cramps,
Young Marble Giants,
The Alarm Clocks,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Residents,
The Saints,
Reuben Wilson,
Mantronix,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Motions,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scott Walker,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nick Fraelich,
Isaac Hayes,
Peter & Gordon,
The Sonics,
The Neon Judgement,
Bill Near,
Model 500,
Nico,
Junior Murvin,
Supertramp,
Dark Day,
Interpol,
Quando Quango,
In Retrospect,
Hasil Adkins,
L. Decosne,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.