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 Mexico and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron 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 New York Dolls to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Smog,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nas,
Second Layer,
Tom Boy,
The Fortunes,
David Bowie,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hoover,
Maurizio,
Mary Jane Girls,
Drexciya,
Skaos,
48th St. Collective,
The Walker Brothers,
R.M.O.,
Average White Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joyce Sims,
Delta 5,
Suicide,
Absolute Body Control,
Pere Ubu,
Camberwell Now,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fuzztones,
Neu!,
Graham Central Station,
Pylon,
Khruangbin,
the Soft Cell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sparks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soft Machine,
Robert Görl,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grauzone,
X-Ray Spex,
AZ,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
K-Klass,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dead Boys,
Sugar Minott,
Sonic Youth,
Nik Kershaw,
Davy DMX,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cymande,
Arthur Verocai,
Television,
Ossler,
Stetsasonic,
The Index,
Altered Images,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barbara Tucker,
Aural Exciters,
Country Teasers,
Slick Rick,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.