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 Belize and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Music Machine to the funk 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
The Wake,
Second Layer,
PIL,
New Age Steppers,
Thee Headcoats,
The Barracudas,
Sex Pistols,
Rufus Thomas,
Minutemen,
Fatback Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Goldenarms,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nico,
Scrapy,
Mr. Review,
Chris & Cosey,
Mars,
The Fuzztones,
Rakim,
Main Source,
Youth Brigade,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minor Threat,
Wasted Youth,
Glenn Branca,
June Days,
MDC,
Au Pairs,
Sällskapet,
John Lydon,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Music Machine,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Cramps,
Bang On A Can,
Donny Hathaway,
John Foxx,
Andrew Hill,
Y Pants,
Blancmange,
The Count Five,
Radiopuhelimet,
Henry Cow,
the Fania All-Stars,
Colin Newman,
Sight & Sound,
Tres Demented,
Agitation Free,
Skriet,
DJ Sneak,
OOIOO,
Funkadelic,
Curtis Mayfield,
Stiv Bators,
Lyres,
Alison Limerick,
Bizarre Inc.,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.