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 Djibouti and from Lagos.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
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 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 Robert Palmer 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 Pierre Henry to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Soft Machine,
Soft Cell,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wally Richardson,
The Victims,
Bobby Byrd,
Television Personalities,
June Days,
Eddi Front,
Magazine,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jesper Dahlback,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cluster,
Mark Hollis,
Lebanon Hanover,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sun City Girls,
Adolescents,
The Martian,
Gregory Isaacs,
Godley & Creme,
Tropical Tobacco,
Suicide,
Japan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Negative Approach,
In Retrospect,
Johnny Clarke,
Organ,
E-Dancer,
Minor Threat,
Vladislav Delay,
Dennis Brown,
Michelle Simonal,
Country Teasers,
Wings,
Mantronix,
Marmalade,
Theoretical Girls,
Public Image Ltd.,
China Crisis,
Roxette,
Lightning Bolt,
UT,
Black Bananas,
The Barracudas,
Nick Fraelich,
Prince Buster,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
X-101,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang Starr,
Peter and Kerry,
Lindisfarne,
Skriet,
Amon Düül,
Sonic Youth,
the Human League,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.