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 Germany and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the rap 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sight & Sound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Amazonics,
The Index,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultra Naté,
Gichy Dan,
Joyce Sims,
Dave Gahan,
Aural Exciters,
Monks,
Kerri Chandler,
Heaven 17,
Steve Hackett,
The Selecter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Wake,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Vladislav Delay,
The Angels of Light,
James White and The Blacks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Echospace,
Lou Christie,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joe Smooth,
Half Japanese,
Whodini,
The Happenings,
Moss Icon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Move,
Erykah Badu,
Radiohead,
the Slits,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
H. Thieme,
The United States of America,
Tomorrow,
The Fall,
Charles Mingus,
June Days,
Hashim,
Spandau Ballet,
DNA,
The Trojans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Au Pairs,
Rites of Spring,
Sonny Sharrock,
Frankie Knuckles,
Blancmange,
Maleditus Sound,
Ice-T,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fire Engines,
Throbbing Gristle,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.