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 Serbia and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Thee Headcoats to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Television Personalities,
Dual Sessions,
Letta Mbulu,
Jeff Lynne,
Essential Logic,
Mad Mike,
Dave Gahan,
Alice Coltrane,
Skriet,
The Busters,
Smog,
the Association,
Eli Mardock,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lebanon Hanover,
Oblivians,
John Cale,
The Moody Blues,
Khruangbin,
Heaven 17,
Thee Headcoats,
Tom Boy,
Eden Ahbez,
Moby Grape,
The Selecter,
CMW,
Judy Mowatt,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Names,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Anakelly,
cv313,
PIL,
Stereo Dub,
Danielle Patucci,
Reuben Wilson,
DJ Style,
Isaac Hayes,
Blake Baxter,
Harpers Bizarre,
Motorama,
Youth Brigade,
Mars,
Cecil Taylor,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Matthew Bourne,
Throbbing Gristle,
Steve Hackett,
David Axelrod,
Radio Birdman,
The Neon Judgement,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lalo Schifrin,
Faraquet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sällskapet,
Soulsonic Force,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Sound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Holt,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.