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 Gambia and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar 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 Throbbing Gristle to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
John Coltrane,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Lydon,
Tim Buckley,
Hashim,
the Swans,
Maleditus Sound,
Cybotron,
MDC,
Half Japanese,
Basic Channel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Index,
Fatback Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Can,
Freddie Wadling,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Doors,
The Electric Prunes,
The Barracudas,
La Düsseldorf,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Music Machine,
The Tremeloes,
Niagra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ken Boothe,
The Misunderstood,
Drive Like Jehu,
Blake Baxter,
Bluetip,
The Blues Magoos,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Das Ding,
Theoretical Girls,
Masters at Work,
Nils Olav,
Young Marble Giants,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Dead C,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sonic Youth,
Television,
Malaria!,
Parry Music,
Carl Craig,
Brothers Johnson,
ABC,
Agent Orange,
Circle Jerks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Radio Birdman,
Scott Walker,
The Star Department,
Lower 48,
The Neon Judgement,
One Last Wish,
Tom Boy,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.