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 Guyana and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Deakin 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Scan 7,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Iggy Pop,
cv313,
The Cure,
Sarah Menescal,
Erykah Badu,
Pagans,
June of 44,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Reuben Wilson,
Shuggie Otis,
Prince Buster,
Panda Bear,
Grey Daturas,
Camouflage,
PIL,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The J.B.'s,
Arab on Radar,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fire Engines,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lou Christie,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sandy B,
Eric Copeland,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lower 48,
Jeru the Damaja,
Newcleus,
The Golliwogs,
Cheater Slicks,
Fugazi,
Albert Ayler,
Faust,
Oblivians,
Country Teasers,
The Neon Judgement,
T. Rex,
The Mummies,
Desert Stars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Index,
The Standells,
A Certain Ratio,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Quando Quango,
Arthur Verocai,
Unwound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Matthew Halsall,
The Selecter,
Rosa Yemen,
E-Dancer,
China Crisis,
The Leaves,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sparks,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.