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 Korea North and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Kenny Larkin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barbara Tucker,
The Kinks,
Surgeon,
Guru Guru,
The Pretty Things,
Peter and Kerry,
Faust,
Hardrive,
The Fire Engines,
Radio Birdman,
The Evens,
Eric Copeland,
Wasted Youth,
Marmalade,
The Standells,
Bad Manners,
New Order,
Glenn Branca,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fortunes,
Fat Boys,
The Walker Brothers,
Sam Rivers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Warsaw,
Tears for Fears,
Dave Gahan,
Camberwell Now,
Flash Fearless,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Siglo XX,
48th St. Collective,
Lalann,
Ten City,
Franke,
the Association,
Angry Samoans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Monochrome Set,
Index,
Cecil Taylor,
Heaven 17,
Underground Resistance,
Sound Behaviour,
Kayak,
Neu!,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nirvana,
Mo-Dettes,
Kaleidoscope,
the Bar-Kays,
The Count Five,
In Retrospect,
Radiohead,
Throbbing Gristle,
Arab on Radar,
Joey Negro,
DJ Sneak,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.