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 Guinea and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Gang of Four to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Rufus Thomas,
Yaz,
Arcadia,
Sight & Sound,
The Buckinghams,
Max Romeo,
The Neon Judgement,
Masters at Work,
Glenn Branca,
Todd Terry,
Audionom,
Unrelated Segments,
The Last Poets,
Simply Red,
Erasure,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minor Threat,
Dennis Brown,
Dave Gahan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Golliwogs,
The Vogues,
Archie Shepp,
Lightning Bolt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Smog,
Danielle Patucci,
Ten City,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Five Americans,
Ken Boothe,
The Fall,
Cal Tjader,
Bootsy Collins,
Zapp,
Fad Gadget,
Dead Boys,
The Star Department,
Adolescents,
Absolute Body Control,
Boz Scaggs,
The Wake,
Terry Callier,
Essential Logic,
Colin Newman,
Jeff Lynne,
Kerri Chandler,
Pet Shop Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fire Engines,
Reuben Wilson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sarah Menescal,
Massinfluence,
Black Sheep,
Darondo,
Joey Negro,
Toni Rubio,
E-Dancer,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.