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 Afghanistan and from Beijing.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Toni Rubio to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
The Black Dice,
Au Pairs,
Clear Light,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cowsills,
Marmalade,
One Last Wish,
The Knickerbockers,
The Victims,
Main Source,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Idris Muhammad,
Jandek,
Tubeway Army,
The Mummies,
B.T. Express,
Rosa Yemen,
Monks,
The Move,
The Moleskins,
Blake Baxter,
The Blues Magoos,
Joey Negro,
The Skatalites,
Sandy B,
The Martian,
Pere Ubu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Danielle Patucci,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cure,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Altered Images,
Yaz,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pylon,
Magazine,
Yazoo,
F. McDonald,
Babytalk,
Mark Hollis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Quando Quango,
X-101,
Kas Product,
June Days,
Kool Moe Dee,
Accadde A,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Boredoms,
LL Cool J,
Sister Nancy,
Funky Four + One,
DJ Sneak,
The Monks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.