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 Nepal and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Swans to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
LL Cool J,
Underground Resistance,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Remains,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joey Negro,
Johnny Clarke,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Groovy Waters,
Von Mondo,
Newcleus,
Arthur Verocai,
a-ha,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Associates,
Pantytec,
The Neon Judgement,
The Trojans,
Junior Murvin,
Monolake,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Godley & Creme,
Todd Rundgren,
Pet Shop Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
Average White Band,
Warren Ellis,
The J.B.'s,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Theoretical Girls,
MC5,
Jimmy McGriff,
Au Pairs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Quando Quango,
the Bar-Kays,
Urselle,
Bang On A Can,
Minny Pops,
Amon Düül,
New Order,
Barrington Levy,
Siglo XX,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Warsaw,
Make Up,
Kas Product,
Nico,
Donald Byrd,
Bootsy Collins,
Agitation Free,
Tubeway Army,
Alton Ellis,
Susan Cadogan,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fire Engines,
The Dave Clark Five,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.