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 Guatemala and from New York.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 The Seeds to the techno 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
New Age Steppers,
K-Klass,
Peter and Kerry,
World's Most,
Ossler,
Sonny Sharrock,
Davy DMX,
Newcleus,
Fear,
Technova,
Quadrant,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Howard Jones,
The Searchers,
The Offenders,
JFA,
X-101,
The Slits,
Liliput,
Moebius,
Bobby Sherman,
The Sonics,
Ponytail,
The Misunderstood,
Yaz,
Throbbing Gristle,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Martian,
Lyres,
Rakim,
the Bar-Kays,
Robert Wyatt,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ludus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Toasters,
The Tremeloes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The J.B.'s,
Radio Birdman,
Steve Hackett,
Lindisfarne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Connie Case,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Raincoats,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Radiohead,
Faust,
Fugazi,
Amazonics,
Intrusion,
Max Romeo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tears for Fears,
Tim Buckley,
The Associates,
Crash Course in Science,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.