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 Papua New Guinea and from Lille.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the grunge 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Wally Richardson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Section 25,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Suicide,
Jeff Lynne,
Sonny Sharrock,
Surgeon,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Kinks,
Camouflage,
Amazonics,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bill Near,
Schoolly D,
The Raincoats,
Marmalade,
The Walker Brothers,
Underground Resistance,
The Moody Blues,
Sun Ra,
Tres Demented,
Thompson Twins,
Stetsasonic,
X-101,
The Monochrome Set,
Bizarre Inc.,
Flipper,
James White and The Blacks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Juan Atkins,
Alison Limerick,
Second Layer,
Aswad,
Prince Buster,
Wings,
Deepchord,
Liliput,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pantaleimon,
The Real Kids,
Chris Corsano,
In Retrospect,
Sex Pistols,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lakeside,
The Martian,
Blossom Toes,
John Cale,
The Mummies,
Eric B and Rakim,
Make Up,
Deakin,
Darondo,
Iggy Pop,
Quando Quango,
The Angels of Light,
Angry Samoans,
Mission of Burma,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.