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 Turkey and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord 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 Yellowson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Christie,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fad Gadget,
Subhumans,
Soft Machine,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Audionom,
Monks,
Rekid,
The Cowsills,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Man Eating Sloth,
Isaac Hayes,
Main Source,
Bang On A Can,
Moss Icon,
Michelle Simonal,
Boredoms,
Kayak,
Yazoo,
Black Bananas,
Gang Starr,
Accadde A,
Maleditus Sound,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lower 48,
Tom Boy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Music Machine,
The Five Americans,
Scrapy,
the Soft Cell,
The Vogues,
DJ Style,
James White and The Blacks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
China Crisis,
Matthew Bourne,
Joensuu 1685,
Morten Harket,
Lungfish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Idris Muhammad,
X-101,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Arab on Radar,
The Real Kids,
Throbbing Gristle,
Albert Ayler,
Loose Ends,
Jacob Miller,
The Angels of Light,
Erykah Badu,
Spoonie Gee,
Don Cherry,
The Invisible,
Bill Near,
Jandek,
June Days,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.