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 Sudan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Erykah Badu to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Maurizio,
The Birthday Party,
Matthew Bourne,
Malaria!,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bill Wells,
the Soft Cell,
Guru Guru,
Wings,
The Fuzztones,
the Normal,
Pylon,
Smog,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Duran Duran,
Rekid,
The Techniques,
Anthony Braxton,
Franke,
The Cramps,
Ronan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Blues Magoos,
Cymande,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Angels of Light,
Bang On A Can,
Al Stewart,
Monks,
John Holt,
Morten Harket,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Matthew Halsall,
Intrusion,
Q65,
Neu!,
Charles Mingus,
Spoonie Gee,
Hot Snakes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lou Christie,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jawbox,
Von Mondo,
Man Parrish,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tom Boy,
a-ha,
Goldenarms,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jeff Lynne,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ituana,
Davy DMX,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.