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 Italy 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 PIL to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Negative Approach,
Bauhaus,
Ultra Naté,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minnie Riperton,
The Music Machine,
The Stooges,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ultravox,
Dawn Penn,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang Green,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Sheep,
Sister Nancy,
World's Most,
The Happenings,
The Motions,
Shoche,
L. Decosne,
Freddie Wadling,
Matthew Bourne,
Mary Jane Girls,
Malaria!,
Harry Pussy,
Oneida,
Nils Olav,
The Young Rascals,
The Seeds,
Unrelated Segments,
Model 500,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fluxion,
ABBA,
Roxy Music,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Tremeloes,
Eric Dolphy,
Henry Cow,
Robert Wyatt,
Graham Central Station,
The Raincoats,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mad Mike,
Amon Düül II,
New York Dolls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crime,
Sixth Finger,
Magma,
Robert Görl,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Lydon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Q and Not U,
Bill Wells,
Judy Mowatt,
Aural Exciters,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fugs,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.