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 Taiwan and from Hong Kong.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rosa Yemen to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Dennis Brown,
Albert Ayler,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ultimate Spinach,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Byrd,
Dave Gahan,
Pussy Galore,
The Barracudas,
Fatback Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Neon Judgement,
Urselle,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pagans,
Cal Tjader,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Germs,
Nico,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
T. Rex,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Judy Mowatt,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Heaven 17,
kango's stein massive,
Los Fastidios,
Gong,
The Cowsills,
Procol Harum,
Interpol,
The United States of America,
Kayak,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cramps,
Smog,
ABC,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Youth Brigade,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Make Up,
Bluetip,
The Fuzztones,
Delta 5,
The Moleskins,
Scan 7,
DJ Style,
Visage,
Sun Ra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kaleidoscope,
Radiopuhelimet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Talk Talk,
Joe Smooth,
John Cale,
One Last Wish,
The Smiths,
Parry Music,
The Pretty Things,
Jacob Miller,
Bobby Sherman,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.