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 Vietnam and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord 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 Gang of Four to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Skarface,
L. Decosne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sound Behaviour,
Danielle Patucci,
Loose Ends,
Quando Quango,
Monolake,
Ponytail,
Bang On A Can,
Bush Tetras,
Angry Samoans,
The Misunderstood,
Man Parrish,
Jawbox,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Gun Club,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gang of Four,
Half Japanese,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sugar Minott,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ice-T,
Slick Rick,
Underground Resistance,
New York Dolls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hardrive,
Lyres,
Sparks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sixth Finger,
Negative Approach,
R.M.O.,
Brand Nubian,
The Sound,
Suburban Knight,
Fat Boys,
The Pretty Things,
Television Personalities,
Cybotron,
Ornette Coleman,
F. McDonald,
48th St. Collective,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Boredoms,
Whodini,
Alphaville,
Essential Logic,
Nirvana,
Donny Hathaway,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Peter and Kerry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Funky Four + One,
Bobby Byrd,
Morten Harket,
Reagan Youth,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.