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 Armenia and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron 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 Japan to the grime 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Parry Music,
Harry Pussy,
Gang Starr,
Echospace,
Underground Resistance,
Sister Nancy,
June of 44,
Gang of Four,
Soft Machine,
Ossler,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fela Kuti,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wings,
Eden Ahbez,
The Sound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tears for Fears,
Cymande,
Zapp,
Scientists,
Johnny Clarke,
Grauzone,
Dawn Penn,
Symarip,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Associates,
Black Moon,
The Knickerbockers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Smoke,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fear,
The Modern Lovers,
The Busters,
Suburban Knight,
Shoche,
David Bowie,
Eve St. Jones,
Depeche Mode,
Mission of Burma,
48th St. Collective,
Gang Green,
The Evens,
Cybotron,
Vainqueur,
Throbbing Gristle,
In Retrospect,
Inner City,
Popol Vuh,
Thompson Twins,
Pantytec,
The Residents,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cowsills,
Mars,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.