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 Germany and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar 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 The Dirtbombs to the dance 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 Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Coltrane,
Blancmange,
Radiopuhelimet,
Model 500,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Average White Band,
Suicide,
CMW,
Circle Jerks,
The Toasters,
the Sonics,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ken Boothe,
Kaleidoscope,
Deepchord,
Vladislav Delay,
Arcadia,
The Zeros,
Sonic Youth,
Livin' Joy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roy Ayers,
Radiohead,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alison Limerick,
The Gories,
Black Moon,
Scrapy,
Arab on Radar,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
U.S. Maple,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Susan Cadogan,
Cheater Slicks,
Dawn Penn,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Moody Blues,
Drexciya,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Junior Murvin,
Bob Dylan,
Jacob Miller,
Freddie Wadling,
Byron Stingily,
The Saints,
The Gun Club,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eli Mardock,
The United States of America,
Lebanon Hanover,
A Certain Ratio,
Matthew Halsall,
Sister Nancy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Buzzcocks,
The Tremeloes,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.