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 Bahamas and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pantytec 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Black Pus,
Ornette Coleman,
The Offenders,
Scion,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Associates,
June of 44,
Darondo,
Dawn Penn,
Essential Logic,
Peter & Gordon,
Infiniti,
Nirvana,
Cheater Slicks,
Brick,
Prince Buster,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rites of Spring,
Davy DMX,
Ponytail,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Monks,
Von Mondo,
Donny Hathaway,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Human League,
Kevin Saunderson,
Quantec,
The Beau Brummels,
FM Einheit,
Tropical Tobacco,
Robert Wyatt,
Rotary Connection,
The Star Department,
Camberwell Now,
The Slits,
Liliput,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang Starr,
Jacob Miller,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Litter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Derrick May,
Man Parrish,
Frankie Knuckles,
Royal Trux,
Roger Hodgson,
Cameo,
Eric Copeland,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Gories,
The Cramps,
Ituana,
Swell Maps,
Cecil Taylor,
Deadbeat,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Yaz,
Chris Corsano,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.