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 Jamaica and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Deadbeat 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Lindisfarne,
X-Ray Spex,
The Offenders,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Make Up,
Oneida,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ohio Players,
Arcadia,
Porter Ricks,
Sparks,
Animal Collective,
ABBA,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fela Kuti,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Von Mondo,
Lyres,
B.T. Express,
Symarip,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Human League,
Leonard Cohen,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Remains,
The Gun Club,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eli Mardock,
Joensuu 1685,
The Birthday Party,
Television Personalities,
The Motions,
Eve St. Jones,
New Age Steppers,
Robert Wyatt,
Section 25,
Inner City,
The Fire Engines,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Public Enemy,
Freddie Wadling,
Robert Hood,
Brick,
Man Parrish,
Sun City Girls,
The Red Krayola,
Bob Dylan,
Agitation Free,
Lalann,
Fad Gadget,
E-Dancer,
Todd Terry,
Mr. Review,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Smiths,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.