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 Liberia and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Flesh Eaters to the disco 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mark Hollis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Unwound,
Swans,
Agitation Free,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jacques Brel,
Kool Moe Dee,
Can,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Section 25,
Lungfish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rekid,
Sonic Youth,
EPMD,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Simply Red,
John Cale,
Bronski Beat,
Scratch Acid,
Magma,
Massinfluence,
Visage,
Graham Central Station,
Steve Hackett,
Wings,
Radio Birdman,
Black Moon,
The Techniques,
Jandek,
Oneida,
Iggy Pop,
Yazoo,
The Red Krayola,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Excepter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Suicide,
Nico,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cure,
kango's stein massive,
John Coltrane,
Sight & Sound,
Glenn Branca,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Five Americans,
Morten Harket,
Joensuu 1685,
Marc Almond,
Brass Construction,
Basic Channel,
Gang of Four,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Johnny Clarke,
Heaven 17,
Clear Light,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eric Dolphy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.