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 Eritrea and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Little Man to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Arab on Radar,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Talk Talk,
Marmalade,
New York Dolls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Section 25,
The Birthday Party,
Sight & Sound,
Porter Ricks,
Tomorrow,
The Zeros,
the Swans,
Ronan,
the Normal,
Silicon Teens,
Index,
JFA,
Rapeman,
Gerry Rafferty,
Colin Newman,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Angels of Light,
Crispy Ambulance,
Alphaville,
Steve Hackett,
Eden Ahbez,
Organ,
Moby Grape,
The Pop Group,
Cal Tjader,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pierre Henry,
Swell Maps,
Black Bananas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bill Near,
Charles Mingus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Henry Cow,
The Associates,
Scott Walker,
Jeff Mills,
Chris & Cosey,
Sparks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tim Buckley,
T. Rex,
The Fugs,
The Evens,
Marvin Gaye,
Nation of Ulysses,
Youth Brigade,
Von Mondo,
Fad Gadget,
La Düsseldorf,
K-Klass,
Kenny Larkin,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.