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 Cuba and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar 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 Mad Mike to the grunge 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Names,
Von Mondo,
The Grass Roots,
DJ Sneak,
AZ,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Busters,
The Monochrome Set,
Sällskapet,
Stiv Bators,
Joensuu 1685,
R.M.O.,
Essential Logic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Depeche Mode,
The Cowsills,
Make Up,
Eden Ahbez,
Ronnie Foster,
E-Dancer,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Max Romeo,
Absolute Body Control,
The Velvet Underground,
Banda Bassotti,
The Walker Brothers,
Audionom,
Albert Ayler,
The Music Machine,
Al Stewart,
Index,
Piero Umiliani,
Ohio Players,
Camouflage,
Juan Atkins,
The Dirtbombs,
10cc,
Freddie Wadling,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mantronix,
The Leaves,
JFA,
Motorama,
The Skatalites,
Flamin' Groovies,
Au Pairs,
The Monks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Association,
Lalann,
Kerri Chandler,
Agitation Free,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gabor Szabo,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.