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 Montenegro and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the dance 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
The Stooges,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lee Hazlewood,
D'Angelo,
the Swans,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Gladiators,
Monolake,
The Litter,
F. McDonald,
Graham Central Station,
Gil Scott Heron,
Vladislav Delay,
Brand Nubian,
H. Thieme,
The Velvet Underground,
The Kinks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Alarm Clocks,
Symarip,
The Angels of Light,
Radiopuhelimet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tears for Fears,
FM Einheit,
The Invisible,
The Saints,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Sound,
Funky Four + One,
Rod Modell,
The Detroit Cobras,
Peter and Kerry,
The Misunderstood,
Albert Ayler,
E-Dancer,
Stiv Bators,
Liliput,
Marmalade,
Wally Richardson,
Mad Mike,
Model 500,
Popol Vuh,
The Fall,
Thee Headcoats,
Sonic Youth,
Sugar Minott,
Andrew Hill,
Brothers Johnson,
Harmonia,
Jesper Dahlback,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ten City,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nik Kershaw,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
R.M.O.,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.