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 the UAE and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Skriet,
Toni Rubio,
Dave Gahan,
Groovy Waters,
Cal Tjader,
The Fall,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crime,
Grauzone,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Blackbyrds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rosa Yemen,
Scrapy,
Theoretical Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lightning Bolt,
The Evens,
Anakelly,
Yazoo,
Josef K,
Sight & Sound,
Prince Buster,
Y Pants,
Matthew Bourne,
Moss Icon,
Gabor Szabo,
The Searchers,
Pere Ubu,
Rhythm & Sound,
The J.B.'s,
Lakeside,
Sarah Menescal,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Spoonie Gee,
LL Cool J,
Dead Boys,
Swans,
Charles Mingus,
Radiohead,
John Cale,
Henry Cow,
Malaria!,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fire Engines,
Laurel Aitken,
Jacob Miller,
Tubeway Army,
Steve Hackett,
OOIOO,
Banda Bassotti,
Liliput,
Ituana,
Eddi Front,
Drexciya,
Amazonics,
Duran Duran,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Severed Heads,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.