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 Mongolia and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Mars to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minnie Riperton,
Blancmange,
The Moleskins,
Bauhaus,
Cymande,
The United States of America,
Sun Ra,
Trumans Water,
Cal Tjader,
Leonard Cohen,
Ice-T,
One Last Wish,
Sugar Minott,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roxette,
Arthur Verocai,
Siglo XX,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ludus,
Jacob Miller,
Funkadelic,
Aloha Tigers,
The Gladiators,
Lee Hazlewood,
David McCallum,
Hoover,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
L. Decosne,
Juan Atkins,
E-Dancer,
The Associates,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mars,
Frankie Knuckles,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roger Hodgson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Saccharine Trust,
Harmonia,
Accadde A,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sonny Sharrock,
Television Personalities,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Robert Wyatt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ohio Players,
Bill Wells,
DJ Style,
The Blues Magoos,
Chrome,
Eli Mardock,
Depeche Mode,
Qualms,
Clear Light,
Pole,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.