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 Norway and from Johannesburg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
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 The Velvet Underground to the punk 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
The Zeros,
The Slits,
Section 25,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lalann,
Japan,
MDC,
The Searchers,
Isaac Hayes,
Inner City,
Second Layer,
Mars,
The Angels of Light,
the Slits,
David Axelrod,
Don Cherry,
Lucky Dragons,
Crooked Eye,
Shoche,
Stockholm Monsters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jeru the Damaja,
Brick,
Ronnie Foster,
Johnny Clarke,
Aloha Tigers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Man Parrish,
Marine Girls,
Youth Brigade,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fall,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gastr Del Sol,
One Last Wish,
The Gap Band,
Roxy Music,
Rites of Spring,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ronan,
The Barracudas,
The Cramps,
Black Moon,
The United States of America,
kango's stein massive,
The Fuzztones,
Au Pairs,
Icehouse,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Holt,
Nas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Techniques,
Godley & Creme,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.