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 Namibia and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 The New Christs to the rap 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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida 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?
David Bowie,
Gabor Szabo,
Warren Ellis,
DJ Sneak,
Sight & Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
Minny Pops,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Boredoms,
Erasure,
Aural Exciters,
Gang Green,
Slick Rick,
Sound Behaviour,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
B.T. Express,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fear,
Desert Stars,
Whodini,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Theoretical Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
Circle Jerks,
the Swans,
Alphaville,
Dorothy Ashby,
R.M.O.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Suicide,
The Pop Group,
Crispian St. Peters,
Massinfluence,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marc Almond,
Darondo,
Magma,
Unrelated Segments,
Cymande,
Silicon Teens,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Lydon,
The Motions,
Soft Cell,
Blake Baxter,
Roy Ayers,
Jacques Brel,
Colin Newman,
Lightning Bolt,
Bill Wells,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jeff Mills,
Sun Ra,
The Stooges,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.