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 Jamaica and from Columbus.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Swans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Lungfish,
Thee Headcoats,
Arcadia,
The Fire Engines,
Yaz,
Sun City Girls,
Faust,
Cecil Taylor,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mission of Burma,
Barrington Levy,
Marmalade,
In Retrospect,
Hashim,
Anthony Braxton,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ornette Coleman,
Terrestrial Tones,
Electric Prunes,
Godley & Creme,
Lou Christie,
Amazonics,
Throbbing Gristle,
Derrick May,
Qualms,
Morten Harket,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rufus Thomas,
These Immortal Souls,
Sugar Minott,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Shoche,
Gang Starr,
Moebius,
F. McDonald,
Pylon,
Yusef Lateef,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fela Kuti,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Clear Light,
Pierre Henry,
EPMD,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Suicide,
The Searchers,
Neil Young,
Lakeside,
Amon Düül,
Ponytail,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Juan Atkins,
New Age Steppers,
the Slits,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ohio Players,
The Stooges,
Idris Muhammad,
Sparks,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.