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 Estonia and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Patti Smith to the rock 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
June Days,
Echospace,
Intrusion,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Evens,
Thompson Twins,
Henry Cow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Raincoats,
Letta Mbulu,
Rekid,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dead Boys,
Yellowson,
Robert Hood,
Television Personalities,
Outsiders,
Infiniti,
Rosa Yemen,
Electric Prunes,
Laurel Aitken,
Janne Schatter,
Radiohead,
John Holt,
The Monochrome Set,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ten City,
Delta 5,
Minny Pops,
E-Dancer,
Niagra,
Subhumans,
Peter and Kerry,
Ohio Players,
Wire,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Audionom,
Roy Ayers,
Lucky Dragons,
Cymande,
The Neon Judgement,
Sonic Youth,
Skarface,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Dead C,
Sun Ra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Godley & Creme,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Magma,
The Move,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jerry's Kids,
Flash Fearless,
Aswad,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bang On A Can,
Moss Icon,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.