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 Solomon Islands and from Taipei.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Adolescents to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
kango's stein massive,
Roxy Music,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Idris Muhammad,
Fear,
The Standells,
Rosa Yemen,
Matthew Bourne,
Bang On A Can,
Mandrill,
Electric Prunes,
June of 44,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Liliput,
Ultravox,
Lou Christie,
X-101,
Suicide,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Audionom,
The Music Machine,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Names,
Zapp,
Ossler,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soul Sonic Force,
Althea and Donna,
Livin' Joy,
Tim Buckley,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Move,
Ituana,
Aaron Thompson,
Interpol,
Rod Modell,
Q and Not U,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hoover,
The Selecter,
Nils Olav,
Oneida,
Organ,
The Gories,
Crooked Eye,
Arthur Verocai,
Terrestrial Tones,
CMW,
Warren Ellis,
Marc Almond,
D'Angelo,
DNA,
Parry Music,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Arab on Radar,
Brothers Johnson,
Bronski Beat,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.