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 Moldova and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eric Copeland to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Matthew Bourne,
Steve Hackett,
The Angels of Light,
Dennis Brown,
Procol Harum,
The Evens,
Ohio Players,
Grauzone,
Judy Mowatt,
Pere Ubu,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wings,
Lee Hazlewood,
One Last Wish,
The Trojans,
Jacques Brel,
In Retrospect,
The Smiths,
The Gap Band,
Inner City,
Smog,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Zero Boys,
Joensuu 1685,
The Shadows of Knight,
Unwound,
Sandy B,
Sam Rivers,
E-Dancer,
The Moody Blues,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scratch Acid,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Japan,
Wolf Eyes,
The Selecter,
Colin Newman,
Danielle Patucci,
David Axelrod,
Das Ding,
Hasil Adkins,
Donald Byrd,
Thee Headcoats,
Magazine,
Neu!,
Desert Stars,
Sound Behaviour,
Toni Rubio,
Hoover,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Radio Birdman,
Scrapy,
Robert Hood,
Agitation Free,
Main Source,
Public Enemy,
Tim Buckley,
The Black Dice,
Fad Gadget,
Morten Harket,
Babytalk,
Erykah Badu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.