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 Bulgaria and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer 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 Rekid to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Inner City,
Joe Smooth,
The Walker Brothers,
Procol Harum,
The Wake,
Robert Hood,
The Five Americans,
Patti Smith,
Sandy B,
Eli Mardock,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Moon,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Flag,
Marc Almond,
Bob Dylan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Organ,
Ronan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Massinfluence,
Faust,
The Dirtbombs,
Dual Sessions,
The Cramps,
Soft Cell,
Scientists,
Lucky Dragons,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cameo,
The Sound,
The Names,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joe Finger,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pantytec,
The Human League,
The Gap Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lungfish,
Todd Rundgren,
Essential Logic,
Janne Schatter,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pierre Henry,
Sarah Menescal,
Drexciya,
Chrome,
Desert Stars,
cv313,
Goldenarms,
Mark Hollis,
Anthony Braxton,
Henry Cow,
Rakim,
Masters at Work,
Parry Music,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Durutti Column,
R.M.O.,
Half Japanese,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.