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 Indonesia and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 La Düsseldorf to the disco 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Model 500,
The Grass Roots,
The New Christs,
Wings,
Mission of Burma,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Loose Ends,
Jawbox,
These Immortal Souls,
Flash Fearless,
In Retrospect,
The Kinks,
Hardrive,
The Velvet Underground,
The Human League,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Happenings,
H. Thieme,
Warsaw,
Steve Hackett,
Chrome,
Soulsonic Force,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Dead C,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
New Age Steppers,
Dennis Brown,
Kurtis Blow,
Tim Buckley,
Davy DMX,
Animal Collective,
The Monks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fugazi,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Leaves,
Minor Threat,
Michelle Simonal,
Cybotron,
Saccharine Trust,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jerry's Kids,
The Red Krayola,
Aaron Thompson,
Nico,
Cecil Taylor,
Brass Construction,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minutemen,
Sun Ra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Beau Brummels,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Flag,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fire Engines,
Howard Jones,
cv313,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.