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 Senegal and from Milan.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Mantronix to the techno 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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,
Liliput,
Tubeway Army,
Dennis Brown,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Porter Ricks,
Second Layer,
The Smoke,
Fela Kuti,
Aswad,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Moebius,
Mantronix,
Theoretical Girls,
Scientists,
This Heat,
La Düsseldorf,
Lungfish,
Graham Central Station,
Judy Mowatt,
Khruangbin,
Saccharine Trust,
8 Eyed Spy,
Faust,
John Cale,
Wasted Youth,
Youth Brigade,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Remains,
Crooked Eye,
DNA,
The Kinks,
Radiohead,
Wings,
Pet Shop Boys,
Section 25,
The Fugs,
Hardrive,
Accadde A,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
ABC,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Easy Going,
10cc,
Stereo Dub,
Iggy Pop,
Masters at Work,
Whodini,
Nation of Ulysses,
Albert Ayler,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Boredoms,
X-101,
Quando Quango,
Dark Day,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Model 500,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Monochrome Set,
The Blues Magoos,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.