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 Oman and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron 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 Tres Demented to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Monks,
R.M.O.,
Delta 5,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Index,
Sister Nancy,
Tubeway Army,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pere Ubu,
Robert Wyatt,
Malaria!,
Sun City Girls,
Soft Machine,
Jerry's Kids,
Derrick Morgan,
Idris Muhammad,
Half Japanese,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roy Ayers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Iggy Pop,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eve St. Jones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Sonics,
The Five Americans,
Mandrill,
Country Teasers,
Magma,
Nick Fraelich,
JFA,
Marine Girls,
The Slits,
Jandek,
Ultravox,
Grey Daturas,
Pantytec,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Mojo Men,
Lakeside,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gang Starr,
Pussy Galore,
the Germs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sam Rivers,
Byron Stingily,
Bob Dylan,
Minny Pops,
The Human League,
Lyres,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Count Five,
Graham Central Station,
Arthur Verocai,
The United States of America,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.