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 Rwanda and from Lille.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bang On A Can to the grunge 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fall,
In Retrospect,
The Cramps,
Ultravox,
Skriet,
Crispy Ambulance,
Arcadia,
Morten Harket,
Outsiders,
Peter & Gordon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sex Pistols,
Minnie Riperton,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bizarre Inc.,
Babytalk,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Motions,
New Order,
The Sisters of Mercy,
KRS-One,
Bauhaus,
Los Fastidios,
The Moleskins,
Amazonics,
Boz Scaggs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Adolescents,
Joey Negro,
Von Mondo,
Johnny Clarke,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Laurel Aitken,
the Swans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Albert Ayler,
Lower 48,
The Blues Magoos,
Jawbox,
Animal Collective,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barry Ungar,
Depeche Mode,
Deepchord,
Shoche,
Basic Channel,
The Durutti Column,
Pulsallama,
Average White Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Television,
Marc Almond,
Monks,
John Cale,
The Cowsills,
Graham Central Station,
Don Cherry,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.