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 Bulgaria and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 David Bowie 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 Hasil Adkins to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Supertramp,
Lakeside,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tom Boy,
Mars,
The Walker Brothers,
Average White Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cybotron,
the Bar-Kays,
Jacob Miller,
Eve St. Jones,
Absolute Body Control,
Boz Scaggs,
R.M.O.,
Sun Ra,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Swans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gang Green,
New Age Steppers,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Index,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Blossom Toes,
Pere Ubu,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jacques Brel,
The Misunderstood,
The Divine Comedy,
Hoover,
Dennis Brown,
Joy Division,
Patti Smith,
Fluxion,
The Vogues,
The Moody Blues,
Joe Finger,
Animal Collective,
In Retrospect,
Yusef Lateef,
Index,
the Human League,
Iggy Pop,
Smog,
Traffic Nightmare,
Banda Bassotti,
The Stooges,
Rhythm & Sound,
Grey Daturas,
Aural Exciters,
Kurtis Blow,
Rosa Yemen,
Terrestrial Tones,
Half Japanese,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Arab on Radar,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.