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 Lebanon and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sister Nancy 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Jacob Miller,
The Mojo Men,
Robert Wyatt,
Alton Ellis,
Minor Threat,
David McCallum,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
New Order,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Christie,
Y Pants,
Reagan Youth,
Radio Birdman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yaz,
Todd Terry,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eden Ahbez,
Tres Demented,
Shoche,
The Neon Judgement,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nico,
Bobby Womack,
Howard Jones,
Archie Shepp,
Sister Nancy,
Supertramp,
Henry Cow,
Yusef Lateef,
Pet Shop Boys,
Amon Düül,
The Smoke,
Faraquet,
Nick Fraelich,
Urselle,
This Heat,
Excepter,
Subhumans,
Camouflage,
The Moody Blues,
Vladislav Delay,
Sun City Girls,
The Cure,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Vogues,
Cheater Slicks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Toasters,
The Young Rascals,
The Star Department,
Con Funk Shun,
Michelle Simonal,
The Flesh Eaters,
The American Breed,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Inner City,
DNA,
The Sound,
Deepchord,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.