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 Bahamas and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 The Stooges to the grime 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sound Behaviour,
The Techniques,
The Fire Engines,
Eric Copeland,
K-Klass,
Tres Demented,
Groovy Waters,
Steve Hackett,
Ornette Coleman,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fuzztones,
Main Source,
Tropical Tobacco,
Vladislav Delay,
Tommy Roe,
Freddie Wadling,
Angry Samoans,
Khruangbin,
Cymande,
The Human League,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Silicon Teens,
Roxy Music,
Jandek,
Gong,
Marine Girls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sun City Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Standells,
Skarface,
Dennis Brown,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Radiohead,
H. Thieme,
Brass Construction,
Niagra,
Ice-T,
The Slits,
Barclay James Harvest,
Thee Headcoats,
Patti Smith,
Q and Not U,
The Wake,
China Crisis,
Dark Day,
Yazoo,
Delta 5,
Das Ding,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dead Boys,
Loose Ends,
Ken Boothe,
Roxette,
Minnie Riperton,
The Offenders,
June of 44,
X-Ray Spex,
The Walker Brothers,
Echospace,
Marmalade,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.