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 Turkey and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin 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 Sight & Sound to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Heaven 17,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cluster,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Junior Murvin,
Young Marble Giants,
the Slits,
Easy Going,
Mo-Dettes,
Y Pants,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Sound,
Ultravox,
The Count Five,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Raincoats,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Unrelated Segments,
The Motions,
Minny Pops,
Iggy Pop,
Black Pus,
The Victims,
The Offenders,
Bronski Beat,
Clear Light,
Supertramp,
Bob Dylan,
June of 44,
Maleditus Sound,
Kenny Larkin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rites of Spring,
Mantronix,
L. Decosne,
The Blackbyrds,
New Order,
Sex Pistols,
Marvin Gaye,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Electric Prunes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scratch Acid,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Agent Orange,
Ohio Players,
Connie Case,
The Misunderstood,
Subhumans,
Archie Shepp,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
New York Dolls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Oneida,
Unwound,
The Dead C,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.