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 Namibia and from Calgary.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Index to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stockholm Monsters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Skaos,
Saccharine Trust,
The Modern Lovers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Quadrant,
Kayak,
Eric Copeland,
John Foxx,
Lalann,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Technova,
The Young Rascals,
JFA,
Delta 5,
OOIOO,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Moleskins,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pet Shop Boys,
Television Personalities,
The Gap Band,
Hot Snakes,
The American Breed,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Skriet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Blossom Toes,
Pierre Henry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gang Green,
Aloha Tigers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Terrestrial Tones,
T.S.O.L.,
Mandrill,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kaleidoscope,
Wally Richardson,
Echospace,
Lower 48,
Scrapy,
K-Klass,
Wasted Youth,
Sound Behaviour,
Liliput,
Gang of Four,
Newcleus,
Sällskapet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Albert Ayler,
The Real Kids,
Ultra Naté,
Pantaleimon,
The Gladiators,
The Busters,
Susan Cadogan,
X-101,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Matthew Bourne,
Ohio Players,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.