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 Cape Verde and from Woodstock.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Silicon Teens to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Brass Construction,
Panda Bear,
Black Bananas,
Rod Modell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Saints,
The Fuzztones,
D'Angelo,
Wasted Youth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Michelle Simonal,
The Standells,
the Association,
Los Fastidios,
Smog,
In Retrospect,
Neu!,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Litter,
Wire,
Isaac Hayes,
Matthew Halsall,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobby Womack,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soulsonic Force,
Faraquet,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nils Olav,
Carl Craig,
Harry Pussy,
Bang On A Can,
Scientists,
Television Personalities,
David Axelrod,
Cameo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Count Five,
Agent Orange,
Monolake,
Morten Harket,
Schoolly D,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pulsallama,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Kinks,
Blancmange,
Ronan,
Alton Ellis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Gong,
Peter and Kerry,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Brick,
The Human League,
These Immortal Souls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
LL Cool J,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.