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 Qatar and from Bologna.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bizarre Inc. to the disco 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Lalo Schifrin,
Panda Bear,
Terry Callier,
The J.B.'s,
Yellowson,
B.T. Express,
Lindisfarne,
Lyres,
Sparks,
Marc Almond,
The Techniques,
Eddi Front,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nation of Ulysses,
Stetsasonic,
The Fugs,
Ronan,
Qualms,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
OOIOO,
The Tremeloes,
Procol Harum,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
48th St. Collective,
Al Stewart,
Television Personalities,
AZ,
Maleditus Sound,
T. Rex,
Michelle Simonal,
Fear,
Anakelly,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Residents,
The Five Americans,
Duran Duran,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Coltrane,
Amon Düül,
Barry Ungar,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Human League,
Radiopuhelimet,
Arthur Verocai,
Cameo,
Nirvana,
Junior Murvin,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rufus Thomas,
Tomorrow,
The Music Machine,
LL Cool J,
Wire,
Amazonics,
The Index,
Deepchord,
Gabor Szabo,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.