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 Kenya 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
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 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 Q65 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
the Sonics,
Tim Buckley,
Bill Wells,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Bar-Kays,
Steve Hackett,
La Düsseldorf,
Robert Görl,
Bang On A Can,
Siglo XX,
Severed Heads,
Amazonics,
A Certain Ratio,
The Five Americans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Coltrane,
Robert Hood,
The Neon Judgement,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
UT,
The Star Department,
Crime,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Theoretical Girls,
Hashim,
Grandmaster Flash,
Minutemen,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Slackers,
Country Teasers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dave Gahan,
The Names,
The Count Five,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Germs,
Mandrill,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soft Cell,
Malaria!,
Suicide,
Todd Terry,
China Crisis,
Judy Mowatt,
Tears for Fears,
Urselle,
Warsaw,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bill Near,
Erasure,
Subhumans,
Roxette,
The Residents,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Music Machine,
John Holt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Aural Exciters,
Sister Nancy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.