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 Kiribati and from Lille.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Symarip to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Negative Approach,
Clear Light,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bill Wells,
Cybotron,
Mandrill,
Symarip,
These Immortal Souls,
PIL,
World's Most,
The Modern Lovers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Japan,
Subhumans,
Cameo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Monolake,
Chris Corsano,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Womack,
In Retrospect,
The Saints,
Gong,
Swell Maps,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Slackers,
Pierre Henry,
John Lydon,
Interpol,
Intrusion,
FM Einheit,
Zapp,
Dead Boys,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Accadde A,
Black Moon,
Stiv Bators,
The Associates,
Television Personalities,
Charles Mingus,
Lyres,
Lightning Bolt,
The Doors,
The Young Rascals,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Guru Guru,
Can,
Yazoo,
Essential Logic,
Neu!,
The Move,
Lou Christie,
Sex Pistols,
Oblivians,
Brick,
Gregory Isaacs,
Freddie Wadling,
Rakim,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.