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 Cape Verde 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
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 guitar 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the jazz 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soulsonic Force,
Underground Resistance,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Chris & Cosey,
The Smiths,
Warsaw,
Prince Buster,
Quando Quango,
This Heat,
R.M.O.,
Derrick Morgan,
Eric Copeland,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Smoke,
Tres Demented,
Black Flag,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Trojans,
Pere Ubu,
John Holt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jacob Miller,
The Slackers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Stooges,
John Foxx,
Spoonie Gee,
Procol Harum,
Organ,
The Martian,
Zapp,
Agent Orange,
Saccharine Trust,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Siglo XX,
Grauzone,
The Cramps,
The Fuzztones,
Bang On A Can,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Loose Ends,
The Misunderstood,
La Düsseldorf,
The Human League,
Dual Sessions,
Iggy Pop,
Wings,
The Associates,
Lou Christie,
Ornette Coleman,
Danielle Patucci,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Altered Images,
Warren Ellis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Robert Görl,
Massinfluence,
Y Pants,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.