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 Denmark and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Kas Product to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad 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?
Deadbeat,
Monks,
Susan Cadogan,
Schoolly D,
Massinfluence,
Visage,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Litter,
10cc,
Cybotron,
Harry Pussy,
Drexciya,
Theoretical Girls,
Alton Ellis,
Roger Hodgson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Brass Construction,
The Golliwogs,
Half Japanese,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Porter Ricks,
Tomorrow,
Silicon Teens,
Tres Demented,
Graham Central Station,
Dead Boys,
the Slits,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Simply Red,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Accadde A,
Aaron Thompson,
Erykah Badu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Wake,
The New Christs,
EPMD,
Maurizio,
Soft Machine,
The Kinks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Bananas,
Malaria!,
Scrapy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ultimate Spinach,
Boogie Down Productions,
Unrelated Segments,
The Shadows of Knight,
Shoche,
Nik Kershaw,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Seeds,
Wasted Youth,
The Angels of Light,
Kurtis Blow,
The Walker Brothers,
Max Romeo,
Minny Pops,
Chrome,
Andrew Hill,
John Coltrane,
Wings,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.