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 Tonga and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the jazz 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
EPMD,
Monks,
New Order,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Alice Coltrane,
Crooked Eye,
DJ Style,
Todd Terry,
Second Layer,
Leonard Cohen,
Derrick Morgan,
The Blackbyrds,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Cure,
Livin' Joy,
Camouflage,
The Sonics,
Pulsallama,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pere Ubu,
The Black Dice,
Black Moon,
Harry Pussy,
David Axelrod,
Shoche,
Popol Vuh,
Scientists,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
a-ha,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Associates,
Judy Mowatt,
Cameo,
Fear,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Knickerbockers,
Lower 48,
the Bar-Kays,
Negative Approach,
Toni Rubio,
Lightning Bolt,
Scott Walker,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Lydon,
Monolake,
Amon Düül II,
Yazoo,
Gang Green,
The Flesh Eaters,
Agitation Free,
Nation of Ulysses,
Skaos,
Mission of Burma,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.