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 Portugal and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in 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 The Stooges to the disco 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Swans,
Lou Christie,
Aaron Thompson,
Bang On A Can,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Mojo Men,
Yusef Lateef,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tubeway Army,
Junior Murvin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Organ,
the Normal,
The Moody Blues,
Rufus Thomas,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Neon Judgement,
Kaleidoscope,
Joensuu 1685,
kango's stein massive,
Surgeon,
OOIOO,
Fat Boys,
Qualms,
Faust,
Barrington Levy,
Sun City Girls,
Blossom Toes,
The Monochrome Set,
The Evens,
Metal Thangz,
Scion,
E-Dancer,
Drexciya,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Buckinghams,
Tommy Roe,
Neu!,
Curtis Mayfield,
Electric Prunes,
The Modern Lovers,
Stiv Bators,
Das Ding,
John Cale,
Ohio Players,
The Seeds,
Morten Harket,
The Slackers,
Whodini,
John Coltrane,
Essential Logic,
Sandy B,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roxette,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Unwound,
The Raincoats,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mandrill,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.