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 Gabon and from Manchester.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Pylon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Warsaw,
The Beau Brummels,
Guru Guru,
Patti Smith,
Lou Christie,
Panda Bear,
Fad Gadget,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Electric Prunes,
Monks,
Television,
Cheater Slicks,
Harmonia,
Parry Music,
Los Fastidios,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Camberwell Now,
Marvin Gaye,
Nirvana,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Quantec,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fortunes,
Archie Shepp,
The Index,
Brick,
Josef K,
Basic Channel,
The American Breed,
The Remains,
The Grass Roots,
Suicide,
Mantronix,
Pulsallama,
The Trojans,
Cybotron,
Cecil Taylor,
the Association,
The Invisible,
B.T. Express,
KRS-One,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Flag,
The Cramps,
Rufus Thomas,
Roger Hodgson,
Liliput,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
U.S. Maple,
The Associates,
Stereo Dub,
Soulsonic Force,
Cabaret Voltaire,
X-102,
Essential Logic,
Kerri Chandler,
Severed Heads,
the Normal,
Colin Newman,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.