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 Bangladesh and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe 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 The Tremeloes to the dance 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
MDC,
A Certain Ratio,
L. Decosne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Reagan Youth,
Yellowson,
Reuben Wilson,
Kerri Chandler,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Siglo XX,
Funky Four + One,
Ronan,
The Mummies,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Knickerbockers,
Dual Sessions,
the Germs,
John Coltrane,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Birthday Party,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eurythmics,
Prince Buster,
the Association,
Derrick May,
Gong,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deakin,
The Golliwogs,
Nirvana,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Barrington Levy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Flag,
Scrapy,
10cc,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sex Pistols,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cymande,
Loose Ends,
Liliput,
China Crisis,
Robert Wyatt,
Basic Channel,
Sällskapet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Matthew Halsall,
Gil Scott Heron,
CMW,
the Swans,
Animal Collective,
The Fuzztones,
Essential Logic,
Severed Heads,
The Invisible,
Wolf Eyes,
Don Cherry,
8 Eyed Spy,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.