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 Madagascar and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jacob Miller to the jazz 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Sarah Menescal,
Rod Modell,
Minutemen,
Grandmaster Flash,
Agitation Free,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hot Snakes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Monks,
Black Bananas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Brick,
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lou Christie,
The Remains,
Tropical Tobacco,
Robert Hood,
The Gun Club,
Easy Going,
Robert Wyatt,
F. McDonald,
The New Christs,
The Saints,
Eddi Front,
Vainqueur,
Brand Nubian,
Joy Division,
Peter & Gordon,
Joey Negro,
Don Cherry,
T.S.O.L.,
Skriet,
Gichy Dan,
The Raincoats,
Cybotron,
Michelle Simonal,
The Music Machine,
Ossler,
The Names,
The Count Five,
Fluxion,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Shoche,
Moby Grape,
Junior Murvin,
Leonard Cohen,
Bang On A Can,
Sparks,
Colin Newman,
The Mummies,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Happenings,
Soul Sonic Force,
Matthew Halsall,
Scratch Acid,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.