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 Czech Republic 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Electric Prunes to the funk 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Peter and Kerry,
Goldenarms,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Deepchord,
Wire,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Monochrome Set,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jerry's Kids,
Qualms,
Vladislav Delay,
Joyce Sims,
Alphaville,
The Grass Roots,
The Young Rascals,
Roxette,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tim Buckley,
Technova,
Malaria!,
Saccharine Trust,
Zapp,
Kurtis Blow,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Barracudas,
Pole,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jandek,
Camberwell Now,
The Offenders,
Quando Quango,
Rapeman,
Faraquet,
Symarip,
Black Pus,
Nico,
Scientists,
Darondo,
Model 500,
Tubeway Army,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jeff Lynne,
Pantaleimon,
Radio Birdman,
Drive Like Jehu,
Siglo XX,
Ken Boothe,
Magazine,
Deadbeat,
Ronan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Wake,
the Association,
Warsaw,
The Shadows of Knight,
The United States of America,
Albert Ayler,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.