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 San Marino and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Ralphi Rosario to the electroclash 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Suicide,
The Remains,
Gabor Szabo,
Sound Behaviour,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Swell Maps,
Bill Near,
Arcadia,
Joey Negro,
The New Christs,
Stiv Bators,
Severed Heads,
The Music Machine,
Tres Demented,
Donny Hathaway,
Howard Jones,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bill Wells,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rakim,
The Doobie Brothers,
Flipper,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Andrew Hill,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lungfish,
Malaria!,
Scan 7,
Popol Vuh,
Grauzone,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Sheep,
The Divine Comedy,
Neil Young,
Japan,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Smiths,
Sixth Finger,
Spoonie Gee,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rekid,
Michelle Simonal,
The Pretty Things,
Ralphi Rosario,
Funkadelic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Chrome,
Jerry's Kids,
Supertramp,
Second Layer,
H. Thieme,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sam Rivers,
Radiohead,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Juan Atkins,
Bobby Sherman,
John Holt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.