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 Nicaragua and from Houston.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the jazz 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sandy B,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joensuu 1685,
Boredoms,
Matthew Bourne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Associates,
Carl Craig,
The Detroit Cobras,
Television Personalities,
Quando Quango,
Japan,
Tim Buckley,
Amon Düül,
The Wake,
The Busters,
Model 500,
Rufus Thomas,
Alison Limerick,
Blancmange,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Pretty Things,
Avey Tare,
Eric Copeland,
Television,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bob Dylan,
Joe Smooth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nico,
Sam Rivers,
Mad Mike,
Intrusion,
Isaac Hayes,
Animal Collective,
Donald Byrd,
Eddi Front,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Livin' Joy,
Hot Snakes,
the Soft Cell,
Robert Wyatt,
Jesper Dahlback,
Procol Harum,
Cecil Taylor,
Massinfluence,
Iggy Pop,
Nirvana,
John Cale,
Monks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Silicon Teens,
The Gories,
Sixth Finger,
The Smiths,
The Evens,
Danielle Patucci,
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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.