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 Turkmenistan and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba 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 the Soft Cell to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Brick,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Pretty Things,
EPMD,
June Days,
Kurtis Blow,
Deakin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Toni Rubio,
Audionom,
The Grass Roots,
Thee Headcoats,
Country Teasers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Grey Daturas,
The Detroit Cobras,
China Crisis,
The Mojo Men,
The J.B.'s,
Technova,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Blancmange,
Shoche,
Kaleidoscope,
Blake Baxter,
The Mummies,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fugs,
Rosa Yemen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pierre Henry,
Suburban Knight,
Sun City Girls,
Althea and Donna,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ultimate Spinach,
Erasure,
Scion,
Yazoo,
Nils Olav,
Minny Pops,
Mo-Dettes,
Robert Görl,
Soft Cell,
Tears for Fears,
Amon Düül,
Barry Ungar,
Shuggie Otis,
The Slackers,
Fatback Band,
Moebius,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cluster,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Talk Talk,
Janne Schatter,
Piero Umiliani,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.