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 Afghanistan and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet 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 Jandek to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sonny Sharrock,
Oneida,
The Offenders,
Interpol,
Soft Cell,
Delta 5,
Soul II Soul,
Television,
Sex Pistols,
Soft Machine,
the Slits,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Organ,
Avey Tare,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dorothy Ashby,
D'Angelo,
Animal Collective,
Joey Negro,
The Tremeloes,
Half Japanese,
Derrick Morgan,
Howard Jones,
The Red Krayola,
Juan Atkins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Curtis Mayfield,
Isaac Hayes,
Youth Brigade,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Detroit Cobras,
Q and Not U,
Rites of Spring,
Albert Ayler,
The Barracudas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Christie,
Brick,
Black Sheep,
Barbara Tucker,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hoover,
Depeche Mode,
Whodini,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fuzztones,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roxy Music,
The Raincoats,
X-101,
DJ Style,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Drexciya,
Jeru the Damaja,
Main Source,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.