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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Electric Prunes,
Kurtis Blow,
Liliput,
The Skatalites,
Banda Bassotti,
Blossom Toes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cowsills,
Avey Tare,
China Crisis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dave Gahan,
Amon Düül II,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Litter,
Japan,
Minny Pops,
The Sonics,
Skaos,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Jeff Mills,
K-Klass,
Unrelated Segments,
Bauhaus,
MC5,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Althea and Donna,
Rapeman,
Rotary Connection,
Sällskapet,
Dawn Penn,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Donald Byrd,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Los Fastidios,
Rod Modell,
The Seeds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nico,
The Buckinghams,
Lalann,
Ultra Naté,
The Music Machine,
Babytalk,
Davy DMX,
Audionom,
Bronski Beat,
Andrew Hill,
The Invisible,
The Durutti Column,
Roger Hodgson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Moss Icon,
Brick,
David Bowie,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.