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 Andorra and from Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the snare 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 Newcleus to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann 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?
Harmonia,
Loose Ends,
Little Man,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Raincoats,
Glambeats Corp.,
Con Funk Shun,
Scion,
CMW,
Duran Duran,
The Durutti Column,
DJ Sneak,
Charles Mingus,
Sexual Harrassment,
David Bowie,
The Blackbyrds,
Make Up,
Pylon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dennis Brown,
Average White Band,
ABBA,
Barbara Tucker,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sister Nancy,
Clear Light,
Jacques Brel,
The Blues Magoos,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Judy Mowatt,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Associates,
Marvin Gaye,
Mark Hollis,
Second Layer,
Hashim,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The American Breed,
Nils Olav,
The Monks,
L. Decosne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Chrome,
The Invisible,
Kevin Saunderson,
Swans,
Davy DMX,
Carl Craig,
Bad Manners,
Motorama,
Mars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Velvet Underground,
Massinfluence,
The Moody Blues,
Animal Collective,
Intrusion,
The Selecter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.