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 San Marino and from Houston.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Divine Comedy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
The Music Machine,
Sonic Youth,
EPMD,
Harmonia,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Josef K,
Roger Hodgson,
Banda Bassotti,
Amazonics,
Pierre Henry,
Drexciya,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kevin Saunderson,
Henry Cow,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Motions,
Sight & Sound,
Man Eating Sloth,
Niagra,
H. Thieme,
Symarip,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Quadrant,
Ice-T,
Wings,
Gichy Dan,
The Beau Brummels,
Flipper,
Underground Resistance,
The Mummies,
Yellowson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
DJ Style,
The Stooges,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bill Near,
Johnny Osbourne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Davy DMX,
This Heat,
Dead Boys,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
UT,
the Soft Cell,
DNA,
the Human League,
Danielle Patucci,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Index,
Parry Music,
Mission of Burma,
Crash Course in Science,
Al Stewart,
Dual Sessions,
Silicon Teens,
The Barracudas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Qualms,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.