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 Kazakhstan and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe 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 Soft Cell to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Magazine,
Crooked Eye,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Das Ding,
Marine Girls,
The Names,
Howard Jones,
Sexual Harrassment,
L. Decosne,
The Fugs,
Skarface,
The Golliwogs,
Chris & Cosey,
Au Pairs,
The Skatalites,
Aswad,
Procol Harum,
JFA,
Blossom Toes,
Unrelated Segments,
Fad Gadget,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Lydon,
Stereo Dub,
Pagans,
Robert Wyatt,
Joe Smooth,
Yusef Lateef,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
X-Ray Spex,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deepchord,
Aural Exciters,
Sixth Finger,
48th St. Collective,
June Days,
The Busters,
Brand Nubian,
Pantytec,
Piero Umiliani,
Spandau Ballet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Agent Orange,
Black Flag,
Erasure,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sight & Sound,
Underground Resistance,
Mantronix,
The Happenings,
Sällskapet,
Joy Division,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crash Course in Science,
Q and Not U,
Jacques Brel,
The Misunderstood,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
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.