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 Ghana and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
D'Angelo,
Audionom,
The Monks,
CMW,
Barrington Levy,
Bootsy Collins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dave Gahan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Golliwogs,
Tom Boy,
Skriet,
Jacques Brel,
Gang of Four,
Schoolly D,
The Evens,
The Five Americans,
The Mojo Men,
Fluxion,
Black Flag,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Monks,
Henry Cow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
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The United States of America,
John Coltrane,
The Doors,
the Normal,
Chris & Cosey,
Radio Birdman,
David McCallum,
Dawn Penn,
Isaac Hayes,
La Düsseldorf,
the Germs,
Peter & Gordon,
E-Dancer,
Faraquet,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Cramps,
Darondo,
The J.B.'s,
The Monochrome Set,
The Remains,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sam Rivers,
Young Marble Giants,
Susan Cadogan,
PIL,
The Divine Comedy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Amon Düül,
The Human League,
Laurel Aitken,
Lebanon Hanover,
World's Most,
Porter Ricks,
Sonic Youth,
Echospace,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.