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 Denmark and from Bremen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator 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 The Dead C to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
10cc,
Supertramp,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Monolake,
Altered Images,
R.M.O.,
The Gladiators,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Country Teasers,
Tom Boy,
Janne Schatter,
Unwound,
Ultravox,
Flipper,
Stereo Dub,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Skriet,
Minutemen,
Half Japanese,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lindisfarne,
Main Source,
Scientists,
Mars,
Jerry Gold Smith,
ABC,
The Cure,
Ronnie Foster,
The Victims,
The Knickerbockers,
Ronan,
Gichy Dan,
The Golliwogs,
Panda Bear,
Flash Fearless,
Pantytec,
PIL,
The Residents,
The Dave Clark Five,
Deepchord,
Skaos,
Bang On A Can,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Mojo Men,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Monks,
Royal Trux,
Chrome,
Angry Samoans,
Yellowson,
Donald Byrd,
Heaven 17,
Q65,
New Age Steppers,
Bad Manners,
the Human League,
Lungfish,
Gil Scott Heron,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sound Behaviour,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.