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 Finland 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the 808 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 Theoretical Girls to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tim Buckley,
Metal Thangz,
Connie Case,
Quantec,
The Trojans,
Youth Brigade,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cluster,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Zapp,
Michelle Simonal,
Mr. Review,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crime,
The Velvet Underground,
The Toasters,
the Slits,
Television,
The Monks,
Alice Coltrane,
Gong,
This Heat,
Stockholm Monsters,
Simply Red,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fear,
Sam Rivers,
Q65,
A Certain Ratio,
Lyres,
Yusef Lateef,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Mojo Men,
James White and The Blacks,
The Music Machine,
the Swans,
Motorama,
Bill Wells,
The Monochrome Set,
Amazonics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joy Division,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
X-102,
Harry Pussy,
The Sound,
The Remains,
Visage,
Minor Threat,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Josef K,
Black Bananas,
The Moleskins,
Soft Cell,
Kayak,
T. Rex,
Avey Tare,
Kerri Chandler,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.