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 Uganda and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Detroit Cobras to the rap 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Harpers Bizarre,
Quantec,
Kas Product,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cal Tjader,
Swans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Q and Not U,
Qualms,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Flipper,
Circle Jerks,
Johnny Clarke,
Steve Hackett,
Pole,
Chrome,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jeff Mills,
Unwound,
New Age Steppers,
The Blackbyrds,
The Moleskins,
the Germs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Half Japanese,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ossler,
The Skatalites,
Minny Pops,
The Fuzztones,
Metal Thangz,
Bob Dylan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lou Christie,
Boogie Down Productions,
Carl Craig,
The Red Krayola,
The Slits,
Throbbing Gristle,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jesper Dahlback,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Quando Quango,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Idris Muhammad,
Tommy Roe,
Panda Bear,
E-Dancer,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gichy Dan,
Basic Channel,
Television Personalities,
La Düsseldorf,
The Mummies,
Eric Dolphy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fortunes,
Darondo,
Sugar Minott,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.