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 Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Monochrome Set to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Thompson Twins,
The Modern Lovers,
Zapp,
June of 44,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Saints,
The Kinks,
Pussy Galore,
Dorothy Ashby,
The J.B.'s,
Accadde A,
Yusef Lateef,
Reagan Youth,
Bob Dylan,
Robert Görl,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joyce Sims,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Knickerbockers,
Youth Brigade,
10cc,
Faust,
The Victims,
Ultra Naté,
Ornette Coleman,
Bootsy Collins,
Rakim,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marvin Gaye,
Janne Schatter,
Audionom,
Mr. Review,
Sällskapet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Average White Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Steve Hackett,
Moby Grape,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Minnie Riperton,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eric Dolphy,
Oblivians,
John Coltrane,
Nick Fraelich,
X-Ray Spex,
Nirvana,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Residents,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Human League,
The Neon Judgement,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Minutemen,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.