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 Costa Rica 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Crime to the grime 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Suburban Knight,
Junior Murvin,
The Moody Blues,
Cal Tjader,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Loose Ends,
Royal Trux,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barry Ungar,
Jandek,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Agent Orange,
Adolescents,
The Gun Club,
Brick,
The Gap Band,
Sun Ra,
Erykah Badu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Terrestrial Tones,
R.M.O.,
JFA,
Bad Manners,
Minnie Riperton,
Joensuu 1685,
Livin' Joy,
John Cale,
MC5,
Cluster,
Ken Boothe,
Mary Jane Girls,
Procol Harum,
June Days,
Graham Central Station,
Yaz,
Infiniti,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Mummies,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Archie Shepp,
Deepchord,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jeff Lynne,
Das Ding,
Stockholm Monsters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mr. Review,
Oblivians,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Vogues,
The Real Kids,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Blues Magoos,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minny Pops,
Intrusion,
Moby Grape,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.