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 Bologna.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Franke to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
The Smiths,
Mark Hollis,
Tommy Roe,
Inner City,
Robert Görl,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Arcadia,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fall,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Reed,
Barbara Tucker,
Amon Düül II,
The Mummies,
LL Cool J,
Fat Boys,
Moby Grape,
Junior Murvin,
Interpol,
The Pretty Things,
Sarah Menescal,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gichy Dan,
Motorama,
Bob Dylan,
Neil Young,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Swell Maps,
MC5,
Sight & Sound,
One Last Wish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Motions,
The Zeros,
Radiohead,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Stereo Dub,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The J.B.'s,
The Fire Engines,
The Shadows of Knight,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sun Ra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Durutti Column,
ABC,
L. Decosne,
Sonic Youth,
The Gladiators,
Make Up,
Main Source,
Jesper Dahlback,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
B.T. Express,
Piero Umiliani,
Peter & Gordon,
Aloha Tigers,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.