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 Italy and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
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 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the techno 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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang on a Can All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Albert Ayler,
James White and The Blacks,
DNA,
LL Cool J,
Sex Pistols,
Joensuu 1685,
Silicon Teens,
Radio Birdman,
Harpers Bizarre,
Todd Terry,
Soul II Soul,
Wire,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Average White Band,
Desert Stars,
the Human League,
Freddie Wadling,
Monks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
Heaven 17,
Marine Girls,
The Gories,
The Skatalites,
Matthew Halsall,
Theoretical Girls,
Bauhaus,
The Divine Comedy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Faust,
The Names,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The American Breed,
T.S.O.L.,
Robert Görl,
Connie Case,
Rufus Thomas,
The Mummies,
Roy Ayers,
John Foxx,
Au Pairs,
Rosa Yemen,
Minor Threat,
The Cramps,
David Axelrod,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stetsasonic,
Moebius,
Mandrill,
Stereo Dub,
Camouflage,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sight & Sound,
Josef K,
Mark Hollis,
the Sonics,
Marmalade,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.