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 Monaco 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1973 at the first Television 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Vogues,
Tim Buckley,
Glenn Branca,
Duran Duran,
Pere Ubu,
Gastr Del Sol,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Boz Scaggs,
Outsiders,
Susan Cadogan,
Arcadia,
Byron Stingily,
Negative Approach,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soft Cell,
Guru Guru,
The Fuzztones,
Sight & Sound,
The Dead C,
Alison Limerick,
The Cure,
John Coltrane,
Agitation Free,
Harry Pussy,
Wings,
Pole,
ABBA,
Roy Ayers,
The New Christs,
The Blackbyrds,
Gichy Dan,
The Evens,
Gang of Four,
Juan Atkins,
Theoretical Girls,
Altered Images,
10cc,
Kurtis Blow,
Yazoo,
Parry Music,
Chrome,
Joy Division,
Lightning Bolt,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fluxion,
Skriet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Porter Ricks,
Kenny Larkin,
Young Marble Giants,
Fad Gadget,
Mars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bronski Beat,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sixth Finger,
Trumans Water,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.