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 Togo 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Scientists to the electroclash 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance 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?
Con Funk Shun,
Rosa Yemen,
Liliput,
Marc Almond,
the Soft Cell,
Nico,
Sugar Minott,
Scrapy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Patti Smith,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hasil Adkins,
Depeche Mode,
Derrick Morgan,
Avey Tare,
The Tremeloes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aural Exciters,
Black Moon,
Lungfish,
X-102,
Buzzcocks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Absolute Body Control,
Brass Construction,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dennis Brown,
Terry Callier,
Pantaleimon,
Piero Umiliani,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jeff Lynne,
Trumans Water,
Altered Images,
Fela Kuti,
E-Dancer,
Sällskapet,
Marine Girls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Barracudas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kayak,
Sandy B,
John Coltrane,
Black Bananas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Associates,
Davy DMX,
Ossler,
Hoover,
Sam Rivers,
Moebius,
Yaz,
Lou Christie,
The Star Department,
The Seeds,
The Kinks,
Scratch Acid,
Pylon,
Livin' Joy,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.