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 Syria and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro 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 X-102 to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
DJ Sneak,
Swans,
Animal Collective,
Banda Bassotti,
Josef K,
Delta 5,
Darondo,
Essential Logic,
Minnie Riperton,
Mark Hollis,
Scratch Acid,
Nick Fraelich,
PIL,
Black Pus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Von Mondo,
Yellowson,
Harmonia,
Technova,
Fela Kuti,
Rekid,
The Invisible,
Spoonie Gee,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jandek,
Neil Young,
Kayak,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Reagan Youth,
The Seeds,
Erasure,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Roy Ayers,
Gang of Four,
The Techniques,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Panda Bear,
The Zeros,
Ken Boothe,
Matthew Bourne,
Gabor Szabo,
Eric Dolphy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crash Course in Science,
David Axelrod,
Danielle Patucci,
Jerry's Kids,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultravox,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.