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 Iceland 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Slave to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Black Pus,
Marine Girls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Talk Talk,
The Grass Roots,
Terry Callier,
Guru Guru,
Liliput,
Yazoo,
Moebius,
Pantaleimon,
The Wake,
D'Angelo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Unwound,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pagans,
Robert Hood,
Marc Almond,
The Fall,
Animal Collective,
Marshall Jefferson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
R.M.O.,
The Fire Engines,
John Foxx,
Brand Nubian,
Scion,
Pharoah Sanders,
AZ,
Amazonics,
Gang Starr,
Royal Trux,
Dawn Penn,
The Toasters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Yusef Lateef,
the Slits,
Joensuu 1685,
Jandek,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Masters at Work,
Parry Music,
T. Rex,
PIL,
New Age Steppers,
Barbara Tucker,
the Soft Cell,
the Sonics,
Patti Smith,
The Dave Clark Five,
Robert Görl,
Heaven 17,
Al Stewart,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pere Ubu,
Kaleidoscope,
Mandrill,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.