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 Djibouti and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the punk 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Matthew Halsall,
The Monks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Q and Not U,
8 Eyed Spy,
Don Cherry,
The Slits,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rapeman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fat Boys,
Ultra Naté,
Camberwell Now,
Amazonics,
The Fire Engines,
Arab on Radar,
Tim Buckley,
Jeff Mills,
Funky Four + One,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
cv313,
Roxette,
K-Klass,
Suburban Knight,
Heaven 17,
Grauzone,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lightning Bolt,
Eli Mardock,
Young Marble Giants,
Ken Boothe,
Joe Finger,
Cymande,
Throbbing Gristle,
Piero Umiliani,
The Motions,
CMW,
MDC,
Dual Sessions,
Letta Mbulu,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rites of Spring,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rufus Thomas,
Sam Rivers,
June of 44,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
New Order,
L. Decosne,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Germs,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Standells,
Negative Approach,
ABC,
Nils Olav,
The Fuzztones,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.