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 Madagascar and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar 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 Davy DMX to the rap 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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
John Coltrane,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wasted Youth,
Minnie Riperton,
Reuben Wilson,
Moebius,
the Bar-Kays,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grey Daturas,
The Toasters,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Human League,
Todd Rundgren,
Neil Young,
John Lydon,
Supertramp,
Jawbox,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Velvet Underground,
Aswad,
The Cure,
Laurel Aitken,
Leonard Cohen,
Scion,
Funky Four + One,
Janne Schatter,
Toni Rubio,
Cecil Taylor,
Thompson Twins,
Pole,
The Walker Brothers,
The Move,
The Red Krayola,
The Smiths,
Sun Ra,
UT,
The Moody Blues,
10cc,
Nico,
Faraquet,
Pussy Galore,
Stetsasonic,
Panda Bear,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Matthew Bourne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
U.S. Maple,
Scott Walker,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lindisfarne,
Hardrive,
Zapp,
Bluetip,
Ken Boothe,
The Names,
The Evens,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.