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 Tuvalu and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron 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 Neu! to the rap 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Charles Mingus,
Alice Coltrane,
Crooked Eye,
This Heat,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tubeway Army,
Quantec,
Danielle Patucci,
Mo-Dettes,
The Moody Blues,
The Doors,
The Happenings,
Wings,
Hot Snakes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eurythmics,
The New Christs,
Mantronix,
The Evens,
PIL,
Joe Finger,
Wasted Youth,
Sparks,
Pierre Henry,
Aloha Tigers,
The Toasters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Freddie Wadling,
The Misunderstood,
T. Rex,
OOIOO,
Mr. Review,
Pulsallama,
the Bar-Kays,
FM Einheit,
L. Decosne,
Suicide,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
CMW,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Birthday Party,
Amazonics,
The Pop Group,
Das Ding,
The Techniques,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Blackbyrds,
Outsiders,
Lightning Bolt,
The Residents,
Chris Corsano,
Man Eating Sloth,
Audionom,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Reed,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rotary Connection,
Scrapy,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.