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 Laos and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator 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 The Walker Brothers to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Hot Snakes,
MC5,
Delon & Dalcan,
Half Japanese,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Prince Buster,
The Doors,
E-Dancer,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cowsills,
Soul Sonic Force,
Zero Boys,
The Associates,
Smog,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cameo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marine Girls,
Shoche,
X-101,
Pharoah Sanders,
New York Dolls,
Bluetip,
Lebanon Hanover,
Moby Grape,
Interpol,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jacques Brel,
Mark Hollis,
The Dead C,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Panda Bear,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Accadde A,
Unrelated Segments,
The Pretty Things,
Con Funk Shun,
Public Image Ltd.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ten City,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Reuben Wilson,
Neil Young,
Amon Düül,
Bob Dylan,
Thompson Twins,
Easy Going,
The Neon Judgement,
New Age Steppers,
The Fall,
The Wake,
Royal Trux,
Babytalk,
Wolf Eyes,
Second Layer,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.