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 Tajikistan and from Halifax.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Mary Jane Girls to the electroclash 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Black Bananas,
The Raincoats,
Oneida,
Schoolly D,
Skriet,
John Cale,
Fatback Band,
Matthew Halsall,
The Searchers,
D'Angelo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Last Poets,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Franke,
Essential Logic,
Rod Modell,
Smog,
Moss Icon,
The Star Department,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mary Jane Girls,
Brick,
The Gladiators,
Blancmange,
Organ,
FM Einheit,
Black Flag,
The Evens,
Reagan Youth,
Aswad,
Subhumans,
Television,
Pussy Galore,
Laurel Aitken,
The Techniques,
The Velvet Underground,
Alphaville,
Charles Mingus,
Skaos,
This Heat,
Aural Exciters,
Thee Headcoats,
Bob Dylan,
Judy Mowatt,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Matthew Bourne,
ABC,
Johnny Clarke,
Echospace,
Lyres,
Cecil Taylor,
Pole,
Sonic Youth,
Fela Kuti,
The Pretty Things,
T.S.O.L.,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pantaleimon,
Moebius,
Chris & Cosey,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.