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 Indonesia and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
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 sitar 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 Boogie Down Productions to the funk 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Scrapy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Soft Cell,
DJ Sneak,
Radiopuhelimet,
D'Angelo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
cv313,
8 Eyed Spy,
Malaria!,
Man Parrish,
Cheater Slicks,
FM Einheit,
Skaos,
Hot Snakes,
Buzzcocks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dave Gahan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Al Stewart,
Organ,
Newcleus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Nick Fraelich,
Sun City Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Golliwogs,
Kayak,
Eddi Front,
Adolescents,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Busters,
Q65,
Second Layer,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pantytec,
Junior Murvin,
Deakin,
Hoover,
Von Mondo,
Erykah Badu,
Bob Dylan,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Monochrome Set,
The Index,
The United States of America,
Suburban Knight,
Das Ding,
Kaleidoscope,
R.M.O.,
Y Pants,
Babytalk,
Vainqueur,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Peter & Gordon,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.