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 Tuvalu and from Manchester.
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 Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the 808 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 ABC to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Marmalade,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
FM Einheit,
Man Eating Sloth,
Royal Trux,
Ludus,
Tears for Fears,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Janne Schatter,
the Slits,
X-Ray Spex,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nik Kershaw,
Minnie Riperton,
Delta 5,
Susan Cadogan,
Essential Logic,
The Gun Club,
Reuben Wilson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mary Jane Girls,
Chris Corsano,
a-ha,
The Count Five,
Zero Boys,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sex Pistols,
Camberwell Now,
The Electric Prunes,
James White and The Blacks,
Rufus Thomas,
Mars,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soul II Soul,
Dual Sessions,
Jawbox,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fela Kuti,
The Slackers,
Connie Case,
The Standells,
Cameo,
Terry Callier,
Gong,
The Busters,
LL Cool J,
Absolute Body Control,
The Victims,
Metal Thangz,
Quadrant,
Wolf Eyes,
Parry Music,
Crash Course in Science,
The Searchers,
Aloha Tigers,
Skriet,
Robert Wyatt,
Barbara Tucker,
Little Man,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.