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 Vietnam and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Michael McDonald 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 Shoche to the rock 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aural Exciters,
Yellowson,
Lucky Dragons,
Brass Construction,
Pussy Galore,
Glenn Branca,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fire Engines,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Public Enemy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Avey Tare,
The Count Five,
Charles Mingus,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jeff Mills,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Warren Ellis,
The Young Rascals,
Surgeon,
Essential Logic,
Deakin,
Jacques Brel,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Birthday Party,
H. Thieme,
One Last Wish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
UT,
Soft Machine,
the Soft Cell,
Kerrie Biddell,
The American Breed,
Clear Light,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Negative Approach,
Nas,
JFA,
Camouflage,
Eric B and Rakim,
Con Funk Shun,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Reed,
Dennis Brown,
Aaron Thompson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Judy Mowatt,
Danielle Patucci,
Susan Cadogan,
Heaven 17,
R.M.O.,
Sparks,
John Holt,
Skriet,
Yusef Lateef,
The Barracudas,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.