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 Brunei and from Spokane.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Khruangbin to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Letta Mbulu,
Main Source,
Archie Shepp,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Alton Ellis,
The Misunderstood,
Half Japanese,
Pole,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Stiv Bators,
Andrew Hill,
kango's stein massive,
John Cale,
Tommy Roe,
Cecil Taylor,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Magazine,
Cheater Slicks,
Bronski Beat,
The Zeros,
Junior Murvin,
Vladislav Delay,
JFA,
Gang Gang Dance,
Camberwell Now,
Amon Düül,
Bluetip,
Funky Four + One,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Wake,
Parry Music,
48th St. Collective,
Josef K,
Boredoms,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Mummies,
The Fire Engines,
The Fugs,
Supertramp,
AZ,
A Certain Ratio,
Traffic Nightmare,
Los Fastidios,
Connie Case,
F. McDonald,
Swans,
The Count Five,
Sight & Sound,
Peter & Gordon,
Babytalk,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crooked Eye,
James White and The Blacks,
Scrapy,
Symarip,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Desert Stars,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sex Pistols,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.