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 Netherlands and from Spokane.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sexual Harrassment to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA 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?
Deakin,
The Standells,
Mandrill,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Chris & Cosey,
The Dirtbombs,
F. McDonald,
Guru Guru,
Cheater Slicks,
Sparks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cramps,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Robert Hood,
The Misunderstood,
The United States of America,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ronnie Foster,
Henry Cow,
Susan Cadogan,
The Leaves,
Animal Collective,
Procol Harum,
Magma,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kayak,
Eurythmics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soulsonic Force,
AZ,
Dead Boys,
Scientists,
Scrapy,
Heaven 17,
The Move,
Banda Bassotti,
Lebanon Hanover,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Smiths,
The Young Rascals,
Donny Hathaway,
Dennis Brown,
Kool Moe Dee,
Moby Grape,
Pole,
Robert Görl,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Franke,
Hoover,
Y Pants,
Gang of Four,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soft Cell,
Roy Ayers,
A Certain Ratio,
Neil Young,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gichy Dan,
Section 25,
The Cure,
Shoche,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.