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 Liberia and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro 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 Buzzcocks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Roxy Music,
Rapeman,
Grey Daturas,
Make Up,
Piero Umiliani,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tubeway Army,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Toni Rubio,
The Modern Lovers,
Royal Trux,
Suicide,
The Pop Group,
L. Decosne,
Sonic Youth,
Minor Threat,
The Five Americans,
Laurel Aitken,
Zapp,
B.T. Express,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Juan Atkins,
The Slackers,
Lakeside,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ludus,
Supertramp,
kango's stein massive,
Kas Product,
Gang Starr,
Hoover,
Bill Wells,
Das Ding,
Sex Pistols,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Moon,
Rosa Yemen,
Talk Talk,
the Soft Cell,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scion,
Curtis Mayfield,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pagans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Vainqueur,
The Moody Blues,
Donald Byrd,
48th St. Collective,
Soul II Soul,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Porter Ricks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Charles Mingus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Neil Young,
The Searchers,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.