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 Japan and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Bobby Womack to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
OOIOO,
Fear,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fatback Band,
Desert Stars,
Black Pus,
Rapeman,
The Offenders,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kenny Larkin,
Hoover,
Amon Düül II,
Panda Bear,
Aural Exciters,
Marmalade,
Mandrill,
Marine Girls,
Amon Düül,
Carl Craig,
a-ha,
Qualms,
Iggy Pop,
Nik Kershaw,
Bill Wells,
Pulsallama,
Lower 48,
Young Marble Giants,
Symarip,
China Crisis,
Half Japanese,
Ituana,
Average White Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sex Pistols,
Henry Cow,
Angry Samoans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lou Reed,
The Residents,
Stereo Dub,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Whodini,
David McCallum,
Freddie Wadling,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Livin' Joy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Faraquet,
48th St. Collective,
Nico,
The Divine Comedy,
Cluster,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Modern Lovers,
Yellowson,
Black Flag,
Joey Negro,
ABC,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.