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 Philippines and from New York.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 David Bowie 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 Deadbeat to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Human League,
Marc Almond,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Young Rascals,
The Invisible,
Gichy Dan,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Buzzcocks,
The American Breed,
Soft Machine,
Sound Behaviour,
Kenny Larkin,
Rufus Thomas,
Susan Cadogan,
Supertramp,
Deadbeat,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dennis Brown,
Y Pants,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ludus,
cv313,
The Dead C,
The Fall,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Seeds,
Surgeon,
Al Stewart,
Sandy B,
The Moody Blues,
The Moleskins,
Shoche,
Charles Mingus,
Whodini,
D'Angelo,
Easy Going,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang of Four,
Crash Course in Science,
DJ Sneak,
The Gun Club,
the Germs,
The Fugs,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Beau Brummels,
Eve St. Jones,
Radiohead,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Archie Shepp,
Joy Division,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Youth Brigade,
Dark Day,
Junior Murvin,
LL Cool J,
Alton Ellis,
Trumans Water,
Althea and Donna,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.