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 Belgium and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pet Shop Boys to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Warren Ellis,
Ohio Players,
Motorama,
Lindisfarne,
Duran Duran,
Tom Boy,
The Names,
Aural Exciters,
Bill Wells,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fuzztones,
Visage,
Kurtis Blow,
Radio Birdman,
Isaac Hayes,
Bang On A Can,
Ultra Naté,
K-Klass,
Sandy B,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dual Sessions,
Flipper,
Procol Harum,
the Sonics,
Bob Dylan,
Scion,
Cal Tjader,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wolf Eyes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Divine Comedy,
Television,
Kerri Chandler,
The Doors,
kango's stein massive,
Mad Mike,
Neu!,
Shuggie Otis,
DJ Sneak,
Zero Boys,
Bill Near,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Delta 5,
Fela Kuti,
Archie Shepp,
Maurizio,
Das Ding,
Tres Demented,
David Bowie,
Dennis Brown,
Television Personalities,
Henry Cow,
The Last Poets,
PIL,
Tommy Roe,
The Toasters,
Todd Rundgren,
Anthony Braxton,
The New Christs,
Matthew Halsall,
Josef K,
Arthur Verocai,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.