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 Andorra and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Siglo XX to the funk 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Accadde A,
Jesper Dahlback,
The United States of America,
Ronan,
The Saints,
Freddie Wadling,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Neon Judgement,
DNA,
Animal Collective,
David McCallum,
the Germs,
Yazoo,
One Last Wish,
Robert Görl,
David Bowie,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Residents,
Dave Gahan,
Cheater Slicks,
Funkadelic,
The Young Rascals,
Jeff Lynne,
Howard Jones,
Wire,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gregory Isaacs,
Television Personalities,
Derrick May,
Sam Rivers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Radiohead,
Morten Harket,
The Slackers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
D'Angelo,
Neu!,
Ludus,
Hashim,
Sister Nancy,
R.M.O.,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jimmy McGriff,
Buzzcocks,
La Düsseldorf,
The Monochrome Set,
John Cale,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Stetsasonic,
Simply Red,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Foxx,
Kayak,
Youth Brigade,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.