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 Sweden and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Shoche to the grime 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Pagans,
Robert Hood,
The Skatalites,
The Selecter,
Second Layer,
The Motions,
Rod Modell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sexual Harrassment,
The United States of America,
Monks,
Bauhaus,
Alice Coltrane,
Faust,
Quadrant,
Ultravox,
LL Cool J,
X-102,
Grauzone,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Residents,
KRS-One,
Minny Pops,
Johnny Osbourne,
Massinfluence,
Simply Red,
The Evens,
10cc,
Model 500,
Electric Prunes,
Adolescents,
This Heat,
Pantytec,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bizarre Inc.,
Moebius,
Harmonia,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Panda Bear,
DJ Sneak,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mark Hollis,
Livin' Joy,
Deadbeat,
Delta 5,
Roxy Music,
The Kinks,
D'Angelo,
The Music Machine,
Talk Talk,
Morten Harket,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pulsallama,
Rhythm & Sound,
Warsaw,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Young Marble Giants,
Tomorrow,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.