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 Guinea-Bissau and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Wally Richardson,
Crooked Eye,
Boogie Down Productions,
Franke,
David Bowie,
La Düsseldorf,
Absolute Body Control,
Matthew Bourne,
Janne Schatter,
Tears for Fears,
Sandy B,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cymande,
Saccharine Trust,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Pus,
Darondo,
The Sound,
Infiniti,
Ultravox,
Marine Girls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Negative Approach,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
48th St. Collective,
Kerri Chandler,
Subhumans,
Minnie Riperton,
Symarip,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hasil Adkins,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kerrie Biddell,
Siglo XX,
Jerry's Kids,
Altered Images,
The Smoke,
Banda Bassotti,
Procol Harum,
Intrusion,
Glenn Branca,
Archie Shepp,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ice-T,
U.S. Maple,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Electric Prunes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kenny Larkin,
The Litter,
Suburban Knight,
UT,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Beau Brummels,
DNA,
Cybotron,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.