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 Poland and from Spokane.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nik Kershaw to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Girls At Our Best!,
Massinfluence,
The Litter,
Peter and Kerry,
Sällskapet,
Tom Boy,
In Retrospect,
Unwound,
Can,
Excepter,
Public Enemy,
The Moody Blues,
ABBA,
New York Dolls,
Shuggie Otis,
Scion,
The Real Kids,
Fifty Foot Hose,
MC5,
The J.B.'s,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sandy B,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Martian,
the Sonics,
Kas Product,
Severed Heads,
Index,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Smoke,
Newcleus,
Andrew Hill,
Unrelated Segments,
Avey Tare,
DJ Style,
Ronnie Foster,
Stereo Dub,
Altered Images,
Los Fastidios,
The Happenings,
Section 25,
Steve Hackett,
Aaron Thompson,
Minny Pops,
Sight & Sound,
Erykah Badu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Darondo,
Matthew Bourne,
Lyres,
Tropical Tobacco,
Charles Mingus,
Prince Buster,
Man Parrish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Kinks,
Lou Reed,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.