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 Iceland and from Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Little Man to the rock 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Delta 5,
Los Fastidios,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
June of 44,
Blake Baxter,
Gang of Four,
Joensuu 1685,
The Gap Band,
Bauhaus,
Suicide,
The Residents,
Anakelly,
T. Rex,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Vainqueur,
Pet Shop Boys,
D'Angelo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ronnie Foster,
The Dirtbombs,
Lou Reed,
Cal Tjader,
Hoover,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Flag,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Audionom,
Neu!,
The Beau Brummels,
Funkadelic,
Y Pants,
Godley & Creme,
Popol Vuh,
Magma,
Electric Prunes,
Ituana,
Toni Rubio,
U.S. Maple,
Sound Behaviour,
The Blackbyrds,
Marvin Gaye,
Malaria!,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang Green,
The Black Dice,
Scientists,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Saints,
Grey Daturas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bush Tetras,
Big Daddy Kane,
Curtis Mayfield,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.