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 Syria and from Columbus.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the dance 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stockholm Monsters,
Royal Trux,
Roger Hodgson,
Boredoms,
Jandek,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Groovy Waters,
Piero Umiliani,
FM Einheit,
Bill Wells,
The Young Rascals,
Zero Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
Charles Mingus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
These Immortal Souls,
The Saints,
Heaven 17,
Harpers Bizarre,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Qualms,
Oneida,
Mr. Review,
The Cramps,
Lightning Bolt,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ronan,
cv313,
The Human League,
Infiniti,
Lower 48,
Malaria!,
The Kinks,
Ken Boothe,
The Happenings,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Wake,
Ludus,
Eurythmics,
Soft Cell,
John Cale,
Main Source,
Crispian St. Peters,
Glenn Branca,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Foxx,
K-Klass,
Derrick May,
Susan Cadogan,
The Standells,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dawn Penn,
Black Pus,
Rakim,
The Doors,
The Associates,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Los Fastidios,
Unwound,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fortunes,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.