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 Italy and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Neu! to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Interpol,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Grey Daturas,
The Leaves,
Thee Headcoats,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mad Mike,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kayak,
The Sonics,
Bizarre Inc.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Symarip,
Traffic Nightmare,
Anthony Braxton,
Marine Girls,
Robert Wyatt,
Pierre Henry,
Second Layer,
Cybotron,
Panda Bear,
Vainqueur,
The Mummies,
EPMD,
Rod Modell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cheater Slicks,
Groovy Waters,
Visage,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Coltrane,
Mark Hollis,
Matthew Bourne,
Schoolly D,
Cluster,
X-Ray Spex,
Janne Schatter,
Ultravox,
Amon Düül,
The Durutti Column,
Lebanon Hanover,
Boz Scaggs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Christie,
Radiopuhelimet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Flamin' Groovies,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sight & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Neu!,
Lyres,
The Doors,
Scratch Acid,
The Smiths,
Massinfluence,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.