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 France and from New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar 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 Alice Coltrane to the grime 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Cecil Taylor,
Siglo XX,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Cure,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sandy B,
The Knickerbockers,
David Bowie,
Qualms,
The Velvet Underground,
Radio Birdman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Sonics,
Gichy Dan,
The Smiths,
The Mojo Men,
Dual Sessions,
Young Marble Giants,
H. Thieme,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mission of Burma,
Scrapy,
Toni Rubio,
Cybotron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Moss Icon,
The Black Dice,
Aural Exciters,
The Gun Club,
Tres Demented,
Wasted Youth,
Delta 5,
Cal Tjader,
Sister Nancy,
Jawbox,
The Victims,
Eli Mardock,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Average White Band,
Eddi Front,
Joyce Sims,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Beau Brummels,
Fugazi,
The Offenders,
Visage,
Essential Logic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Robert Hood,
Minny Pops,
Dark Day,
Buzzcocks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pulsallama,
Swell Maps,
Marc Almond,
Derrick May,
Throbbing Gristle,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.