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 Tajikistan and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord 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 Franke to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Chris Corsano,
The Human League,
Fluxion,
LL Cool J,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Move,
Marmalade,
Traffic Nightmare,
The United States of America,
Suicide,
Sixth Finger,
Lindisfarne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Henry Cow,
Mantronix,
Warren Ellis,
Pantaleimon,
Echospace,
New Order,
Sight & Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
Bauhaus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wolf Eyes,
Bob Dylan,
The Real Kids,
The Dirtbombs,
Bang On A Can,
Hashim,
Electric Prunes,
Josef K,
Moss Icon,
Amazonics,
Outsiders,
Babytalk,
Matthew Halsall,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Laurel Aitken,
Shuggie Otis,
The Beau Brummels,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Barracudas,
Alice Coltrane,
Deepchord,
Scrapy,
Model 500,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Audionom,
Ken Boothe,
Marine Girls,
Pole,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Steve Hackett,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pharoah Sanders,
La Düsseldorf,
Tommy Roe,
Quando Quango,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Desert Stars,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.