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 Azerbaijan and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator 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 Whodini to the electroclash 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Throbbing Gristle,
Second Layer,
Pulsallama,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mission of Burma,
These Immortal Souls,
Fela Kuti,
Donny Hathaway,
The Busters,
The Litter,
Sun Ra,
Icehouse,
The Trojans,
Skarface,
Babytalk,
Mo-Dettes,
D'Angelo,
Max Romeo,
Unrelated Segments,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Chris & Cosey,
Main Source,
Joyce Sims,
Minor Threat,
Franke,
The Names,
Kevin Saunderson,
A Certain Ratio,
The Barracudas,
The Velvet Underground,
Public Enemy,
Pantaleimon,
One Last Wish,
Davy DMX,
Au Pairs,
Deepchord,
New Order,
Guru Guru,
Black Bananas,
EPMD,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Das Ding,
Goldenarms,
Ossler,
In Retrospect,
Gang of Four,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sparks,
Steve Hackett,
Supertramp,
Eyeless In Gaza,
48th St. Collective,
Bad Manners,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sugar Minott,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ultravox,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hoover,
Kas Product,
Bluetip,
Lakeside,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.