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 Qatar and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Prince Buster to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
The Gladiators,
Sunsets and Hearts,
DJ Style,
Unwound,
Aloha Tigers,
Jeff Lynne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Steve Hackett,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Music Machine,
T.S.O.L.,
The Beau Brummels,
Idris Muhammad,
Barbara Tucker,
Flash Fearless,
Ronnie Foster,
Toni Rubio,
Gastr Del Sol,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Siglo XX,
The Electric Prunes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lungfish,
D'Angelo,
Magma,
Max Romeo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kerri Chandler,
Eric Dolphy,
The Move,
The Evens,
Fugazi,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Davy DMX,
Dave Gahan,
Bobby Womack,
Yusef Lateef,
Stetsasonic,
a-ha,
Pere Ubu,
Drive Like Jehu,
Masters at Work,
New Age Steppers,
The Tremeloes,
June of 44,
Amazonics,
Animal Collective,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Peter and Kerry,
Swans,
John Cale,
The Residents,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dorothy Ashby,
Reuben Wilson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Monochrome Set,
Cal Tjader,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.