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 Morocco and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Gap Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Monks,
48th St. Collective,
The Happenings,
The Associates,
Echospace,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Bananas,
June of 44,
Patti Smith,
Lower 48,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Television,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marmalade,
the Human League,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Evens,
Tom Boy,
Moss Icon,
Black Moon,
Erykah Badu,
Symarip,
the Association,
Wire,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jeff Lynne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Coltrane,
Minny Pops,
Procol Harum,
Bobby Womack,
X-101,
The Detroit Cobras,
Terrestrial Tones,
D'Angelo,
Henry Cow,
Scratch Acid,
John Cale,
Bill Near,
Bobby Byrd,
Traffic Nightmare,
These Immortal Souls,
Japan,
Shoche,
Deepchord,
The Electric Prunes,
cv313,
The Fugs,
Barrington Levy,
David Bowie,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Monochrome Set,
the Soft Cell,
Amazonics,
The Raincoats,
Jeff Mills,
The New Christs,
Massinfluence,
Niagra,
The Golliwogs,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.