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 Argentina and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 John Holt to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
In Retrospect,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hashim,
Basic Channel,
Funkadelic,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Womack,
Livin' Joy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
LL Cool J,
Sound Behaviour,
The Wake,
These Immortal Souls,
R.M.O.,
Radiohead,
Royal Trux,
Throbbing Gristle,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tropical Tobacco,
Simply Red,
Au Pairs,
Al Stewart,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Audionom,
Kenny Larkin,
Nirvana,
La Düsseldorf,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rod Modell,
Sight & Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lee Hazlewood,
Drexciya,
Deadbeat,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scott Walker,
Avey Tare,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jandek,
World's Most,
Faust,
Black Bananas,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hardrive,
A Certain Ratio,
DJ Sneak,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Idris Muhammad,
Unrelated Segments,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Sonics,
Quantec,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.