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 Georgia and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Matthew Bourne to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Subhumans,
Von Mondo,
The Martian,
Guru Guru,
Terrestrial Tones,
Anakelly,
Livin' Joy,
Black Pus,
Jeff Mills,
T. Rex,
Blossom Toes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Anthony Braxton,
Tears for Fears,
The Modern Lovers,
B.T. Express,
Public Enemy,
Rod Modell,
Panda Bear,
Arab on Radar,
Wire,
Faust,
The Vogues,
Hasil Adkins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Skaos,
Amon Düül II,
Lalann,
The Remains,
the Bar-Kays,
Crash Course in Science,
OOIOO,
the Slits,
The Moody Blues,
The Smiths,
Supertramp,
Metal Thangz,
The Standells,
Intrusion,
Moebius,
Brothers Johnson,
Second Layer,
Patti Smith,
The Stooges,
Amazonics,
Brand Nubian,
The Beau Brummels,
Depeche Mode,
Deakin,
Cheater Slicks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Matthew Bourne,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Velvet Underground,
Godley & Creme,
H. Thieme,
Delta 5,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang Green,
Steve Hackett,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ludus,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.