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 Comoros and from Spokane.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb 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 Slave to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Mandrill,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cecil Taylor,
Chris Corsano,
Electric Light Orchestra,
OOIOO,
A Flock of Seagulls,
David Axelrod,
Darondo,
The Mummies,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Essential Logic,
Lucky Dragons,
ABC,
Soul Sonic Force,
Little Man,
Scan 7,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hot Snakes,
Television,
Quando Quango,
One Last Wish,
Neil Young,
Surgeon,
The Barracudas,
Hashim,
The Sonics,
Half Japanese,
The Cowsills,
Jeff Lynne,
The Velvet Underground,
Khruangbin,
T.S.O.L.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Knickerbockers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Easy Going,
The Smiths,
China Crisis,
a-ha,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Patti Smith,
Make Up,
Eurythmics,
The Walker Brothers,
The Doors,
Bauhaus,
Nik Kershaw,
Matthew Bourne,
Sight & Sound,
Reuben Wilson,
Fad Gadget,
Camouflage,
Letta Mbulu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Television Personalities,
Chrome,
Crispian St. Peters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.