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 Botswana and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 a-ha to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fat Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
Graham Central Station,
The Alarm Clocks,
a-ha,
Lyres,
Loose Ends,
The Move,
New Age Steppers,
Letta Mbulu,
The Five Americans,
Intrusion,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
PIL,
Warren Ellis,
Symarip,
Das Ding,
Negative Approach,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deadbeat,
Echospace,
The Golliwogs,
Don Cherry,
Black Sheep,
Dave Gahan,
Jacques Brel,
The J.B.'s,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Severed Heads,
Blake Baxter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scientists,
The Skatalites,
Neil Young,
Thompson Twins,
The Monochrome Set,
Anakelly,
B.T. Express,
James White and The Blacks,
Harry Pussy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Angry Samoans,
Lower 48,
Second Layer,
Matthew Halsall,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Brand Nubian,
Colin Newman,
Grauzone,
T.S.O.L.,
Radio Birdman,
The Gun Club,
Trumans Water,
Saccharine Trust,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Dead C,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.