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 Qatar and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum 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 Das Ding to the punk 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Cheater Slicks,
LL Cool J,
Metal Thangz,
Spoonie Gee,
Pulsallama,
The Index,
Iggy Pop,
Scan 7,
Robert Hood,
Howard Jones,
The Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Human League,
Chris Corsano,
New Order,
Tropical Tobacco,
Alice Coltrane,
Panda Bear,
Patti Smith,
Curtis Mayfield,
X-101,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Royal Trux,
The Monks,
cv313,
Nirvana,
Joyce Sims,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Techniques,
Bush Tetras,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Flag,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Five Americans,
Boz Scaggs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Chris & Cosey,
David McCallum,
Scientists,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Little Man,
Visage,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
In Retrospect,
Deepchord,
Yazoo,
Tubeway Army,
The Red Krayola,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dorothy Ashby,
Grauzone,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The United States of America,
Tres Demented,
Mars,
The Martian,
Dead Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Zapp,
The Tremeloes,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.