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 Yemen and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Albert Ayler,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Radiopuhelimet,
PIL,
Porter Ricks,
Henry Cow,
K-Klass,
Con Funk Shun,
Urselle,
Erykah Badu,
DJ Style,
Surgeon,
Anakelly,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stetsasonic,
The Dead C,
Bill Wells,
Blancmange,
The Victims,
The Fortunes,
The Blackbyrds,
Kas Product,
Ultra Naté,
Josef K,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Camberwell Now,
10cc,
Gang Gang Dance,
Andrew Hill,
Howard Jones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Misunderstood,
Thompson Twins,
Arcadia,
Connie Case,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ohio Players,
Infiniti,
T.S.O.L.,
Suicide,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Motorama,
Radiohead,
Rufus Thomas,
Half Japanese,
Dawn Penn,
Deadbeat,
Clear Light,
The Martian,
James White and The Blacks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Freddie Wadling,
Easy Going,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Banda Bassotti,
Make Up,
The Gap Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.