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 Mauritius and from Philadelphia.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar 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 Qualms to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses 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?
Kas Product,
The Standells,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Gladiators,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bob Dylan,
Lalo Schifrin,
MC5,
Vainqueur,
Grandmaster Flash,
Alphaville,
K-Klass,
Mark Hollis,
Iggy Pop,
Technova,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Swans,
the Slits,
Wasted Youth,
Wire,
Chris Corsano,
Scan 7,
Tommy Roe,
Ituana,
Quantec,
Susan Cadogan,
Television Personalities,
The Misunderstood,
Isaac Hayes,
The Smiths,
Maleditus Sound,
The Motions,
Gang of Four,
Eden Ahbez,
Sam Rivers,
Section 25,
The Sonics,
The Monochrome Set,
Half Japanese,
Banda Bassotti,
Kenny Larkin,
Sixth Finger,
Arthur Verocai,
Severed Heads,
Das Ding,
Rapeman,
Negative Approach,
Yellowson,
Lakeside,
Q65,
Audionom,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Excepter,
Stereo Dub,
Sun City Girls,
Todd Terry,
Donald Byrd,
Mission of Burma,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jeff Lynne,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.