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 China and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the rhodes 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 PIL to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Alton Ellis,
Panda Bear,
Jacques Brel,
Godley & Creme,
the Soft Cell,
Stetsasonic,
Sound Behaviour,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Newcleus,
Ponytail,
Unwound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Saints,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mark Hollis,
Mo-Dettes,
Bang On A Can,
Kayak,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crooked Eye,
Erykah Badu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
These Immortal Souls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Juan Atkins,
Janne Schatter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Index,
Television,
Fela Kuti,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alphaville,
Don Cherry,
The Offenders,
John Holt,
World's Most,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Golliwogs,
X-Ray Spex,
Absolute Body Control,
Throbbing Gristle,
Radio Birdman,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Buckinghams,
Ken Boothe,
The Fugs,
Intrusion,
Pussy Galore,
Mary Jane Girls,
Swans,
Donny Hathaway,
Bob Dylan,
Al Stewart,
Todd Terry,
Alice Coltrane,
A Certain Ratio,
Talk Talk,
China Crisis,
DNA,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.