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 Dominica and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Martian to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Camberwell Now,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Slackers,
The Standells,
In Retrospect,
Ponytail,
Sixth Finger,
The Buckinghams,
Bill Wells,
Camouflage,
10cc,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Skaos,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fugazi,
Severed Heads,
Danielle Patucci,
Matthew Halsall,
Lower 48,
The Evens,
Al Stewart,
Yazoo,
This Heat,
Neu!,
Alison Limerick,
Ornette Coleman,
Warren Ellis,
Wings,
ABC,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Angry Samoans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sonny Sharrock,
June of 44,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lyres,
Vladislav Delay,
Agent Orange,
Accadde A,
The Skatalites,
Patti Smith,
Oblivians,
Eric B and Rakim,
Stetsasonic,
Quadrant,
Parry Music,
The Beau Brummels,
The Kinks,
Erykah Badu,
Q and Not U,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The American Breed,
Cecil Taylor,
The Invisible,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Amon Düül,
Terry Callier,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tim Buckley,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.