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 Samoa and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe 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 Charles Mingus to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Pere Ubu,
Q65,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Leaves,
David McCallum,
The Modern Lovers,
Hardrive,
Rosa Yemen,
Nico,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Gories,
Leonard Cohen,
Marvin Gaye,
Johnny Clarke,
Tom Boy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Coltrane,
Dave Gahan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Faraquet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Tremeloes,
The Dirtbombs,
Archie Shepp,
Underground Resistance,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Names,
The Angels of Light,
Susan Cadogan,
The Zeros,
Andrew Hill,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kaleidoscope,
DJ Sneak,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lindisfarne,
the Fania All-Stars,
One Last Wish,
Stereo Dub,
Excepter,
Scion,
Gichy Dan,
Lakeside,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
UT,
Duran Duran,
Don Cherry,
Connie Case,
Livin' Joy,
Glenn Branca,
Toni Rubio,
Quantec,
Ten City,
Dennis Brown,
Brick,
Ultimate Spinach,
Buzzcocks,
Gang of Four,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Techniques,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.