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 Malta and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 Howard Jones to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Lebanon Hanover,
Matthew Bourne,
Yazoo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Quadrant,
Robert Görl,
Clear Light,
Procol Harum,
the Sonics,
Pantaleimon,
Hot Snakes,
Scion,
The Five Americans,
Tubeway Army,
Guru Guru,
Circle Jerks,
The Moody Blues,
Wally Richardson,
T.S.O.L.,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sound Behaviour,
Henry Cow,
Hoover,
Nirvana,
Can,
Cecil Taylor,
Magazine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Severed Heads,
Ice-T,
Jesper Dahlback,
Los Fastidios,
Banda Bassotti,
The Trojans,
Vladislav Delay,
Qualms,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
New Age Steppers,
Camouflage,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Panda Bear,
Q and Not U,
The Real Kids,
Godley & Creme,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wire,
James White and The Blacks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
DJ Sneak,
The Mojo Men,
The Mummies,
Cheater Slicks,
Motorama,
Pulsallama,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rotary Connection,
Mandrill,
Bauhaus,
Cymande,
Deakin,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.