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 Morocco and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Electric Light Orchestra to the jazz 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Skaos,
Zapp,
Scratch Acid,
the Swans,
Black Moon,
Sparks,
Blake Baxter,
Michelle Simonal,
the Germs,
Erasure,
The Birthday Party,
Sun Ra,
Rites of Spring,
Throbbing Gristle,
Robert Wyatt,
Albert Ayler,
the Soft Cell,
Ultra Naté,
Marcia Griffiths,
Organ,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Susan Cadogan,
OOIOO,
The Busters,
Davy DMX,
Inner City,
Idris Muhammad,
Sixth Finger,
T. Rex,
Mr. Review,
Deadbeat,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kerrie Biddell,
JFA,
Jeff Mills,
Suicide,
Dead Boys,
Cal Tjader,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camberwell Now,
Saccharine Trust,
Pylon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cameo,
Eddi Front,
Groovy Waters,
Yazoo,
Cymande,
Faust,
Scan 7,
Khruangbin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cramps,
EPMD,
Hoover,
In Retrospect,
Tears for Fears,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Bananas,
The Misunderstood,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.