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 Ivory Coast and from Lyon.
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 Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lakeside to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Subhumans,
R.M.O.,
Easy Going,
Curtis Mayfield,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Howard Jones,
Yusef Lateef,
Excepter,
Radiohead,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marmalade,
Hardrive,
Roxy Music,
Stereo Dub,
The Misunderstood,
Echospace,
Tom Boy,
Popol Vuh,
Adolescents,
The Offenders,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Stiv Bators,
Robert Görl,
Patti Smith,
Alton Ellis,
Underground Resistance,
DJ Style,
The Velvet Underground,
Roger Hodgson,
Duran Duran,
Make Up,
Barry Ungar,
Judy Mowatt,
The Tremeloes,
Sparks,
Althea and Donna,
Derrick Morgan,
48th St. Collective,
Heaven 17,
Ronnie Foster,
Alison Limerick,
AZ,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Surgeon,
Suicide,
Black Bananas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
CMW,
The Gladiators,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Pretty Things,
Altered Images,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Busters,
Los Fastidios,
Tommy Roe,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.