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 South Africa and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe 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 Iggy Pop 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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a synthesizer 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 sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Scratch Acid,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Saints,
Duran Duran,
Lakeside,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Buckinghams,
cv313,
The Slackers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Michelle Simonal,
World's Most,
Babytalk,
Television Personalities,
Easy Going,
Nik Kershaw,
Lungfish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mad Mike,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Mummies,
Radiopuhelimet,
Supertramp,
Shoche,
Groovy Waters,
Intrusion,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Faraquet,
Stockholm Monsters,
Minor Threat,
Neu!,
John Coltrane,
Harry Pussy,
Theoretical Girls,
Soulsonic Force,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Donny Hathaway,
Dual Sessions,
Cecil Taylor,
Monks,
EPMD,
Moss Icon,
Bootsy Collins,
The Tremeloes,
Kurtis Blow,
Cameo,
D'Angelo,
Dark Day,
Organ,
Pylon,
Ice-T,
10cc,
The Misunderstood,
Joe Finger,
Trumans Water,
Accadde A,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Victims,
Freddie Wadling,
Marine Girls,
Andrew Hill,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.