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 Guinea-Bissau and from London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Jawbox to the jazz 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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ronnie Foster,
The Searchers,
Fear,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Thee Headcoats,
Matthew Bourne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camberwell Now,
Franke,
The Smiths,
The Tremeloes,
Harmonia,
Flash Fearless,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Bananas,
Deadbeat,
Marc Almond,
Yellowson,
David Bowie,
A Certain Ratio,
Nas,
T.S.O.L.,
Amon Düül,
Morten Harket,
The United States of America,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lou Christie,
The Seeds,
Tomorrow,
Carl Craig,
Visage,
The Slackers,
Von Mondo,
The Index,
Rekid,
Danielle Patucci,
Derrick May,
Todd Rundgren,
the Association,
Boredoms,
The J.B.'s,
The Neon Judgement,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sällskapet,
World's Most,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Monks,
Nils Olav,
Delon & Dalcan,
Erykah Badu,
The Residents,
Aloha Tigers,
Eden Ahbez,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tom Boy,
Neu!,
Don Cherry,
The Knickerbockers,
Skarface,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.