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 Nauru and from Johannesburg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fugs to the electroclash 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Throbbing Gristle,
X-Ray Spex,
Archie Shepp,
Pylon,
The Leaves,
Althea and Donna,
Monks,
Pierre Henry,
Gong,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marc Almond,
Swell Maps,
the Soft Cell,
The Real Kids,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Martian,
The Sound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sight & Sound,
Mars,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rosa Yemen,
Donny Hathaway,
The New Christs,
Lakeside,
Stiv Bators,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Skriet,
The Doobie Brothers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tubeway Army,
Tomorrow,
The Raincoats,
Das Ding,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bob Dylan,
Kas Product,
ABC,
Bobby Womack,
Buzzcocks,
Sound Behaviour,
Fear,
The Human League,
Whodini,
Arthur Verocai,
Vainqueur,
the Slits,
Symarip,
Sam Rivers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brick,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Infiniti,
The Kinks,
Erasure,
Surgeon,
Electric Prunes,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.