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 Iran and from Delhi.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet 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 Anakelly to the funk 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The New Christs,
MC5,
T. Rex,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Howard Jones,
Ultimate Spinach,
Slave,
Public Enemy,
The Cramps,
DNA,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mark Hollis,
A Certain Ratio,
Animal Collective,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Andrew Hill,
Isaac Hayes,
The Divine Comedy,
Rod Modell,
Ken Boothe,
Wire,
Dawn Penn,
Organ,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Lungfish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Albert Ayler,
Patti Smith,
Silicon Teens,
Stereo Dub,
Piero Umiliani,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Newcleus,
Drexciya,
Minor Threat,
China Crisis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pagans,
The Gladiators,
Marcia Griffiths,
Minutemen,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Associates,
Blossom Toes,
Sugar Minott,
Surgeon,
Shoche,
Joe Finger,
Bill Near,
The Young Rascals,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Robert Görl,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sixth Finger,
Country Teasers,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.