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 Maldives and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tres Demented to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Mantronix,
Isaac Hayes,
T. Rex,
Man Parrish,
Moby Grape,
The Tremeloes,
These Immortal Souls,
Rites of Spring,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Fania All-Stars,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fad Gadget,
Q and Not U,
Country Teasers,
Erykah Badu,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultimate Spinach,
Suicide,
Qualms,
Danielle Patucci,
Sonic Youth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Oblivians,
Pierre Henry,
Warren Ellis,
Black Bananas,
Deepchord,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Coltrane,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ken Boothe,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scan 7,
Archie Shepp,
Jacques Brel,
John Holt,
Drexciya,
Alison Limerick,
Liliput,
Mary Jane Girls,
Shuggie Otis,
Junior Murvin,
The Buckinghams,
Soft Machine,
Charles Mingus,
Tommy Roe,
Joey Negro,
Quadrant,
Radio Birdman,
Section 25,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joe Smooth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dead Boys,
Jeff Mills,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.