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 Ghana and from Salvador.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Matthew Halsall to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Sun City Girls,
Graham Central Station,
Black Bananas,
Simply Red,
Sun Ra,
X-102,
Marmalade,
Eric Dolphy,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang Green,
Marvin Gaye,
The Cure,
Inner City,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
EPMD,
Moby Grape,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rakim,
Country Joe & The Fish,
World's Most,
Rapeman,
The Moody Blues,
Jerry's Kids,
Rufus Thomas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Saccharine Trust,
Eric Copeland,
Q65,
Ponytail,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soul II Soul,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Severed Heads,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fugazi,
Peter and Kerry,
the Soft Cell,
Shuggie Otis,
Cybotron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jeru the Damaja,
Arab on Radar,
Janne Schatter,
Camberwell Now,
John Foxx,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cymande,
MDC,
Kas Product,
The Leaves,
Kaleidoscope,
The Velvet Underground,
Letta Mbulu,
The Five Americans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Slackers,
Average White Band,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.