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 Benin and from Copenhagen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 UT to the rap 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Lungfish,
Circle Jerks,
Mr. Review,
Sam Rivers,
The Motions,
Buzzcocks,
Neil Young,
The Techniques,
Frankie Knuckles,
Derrick May,
Qualms,
The Beau Brummels,
Pussy Galore,
The Knickerbockers,
The Monks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Connie Case,
Davy DMX,
MDC,
Scion,
Icehouse,
Blancmange,
Magazine,
Prince Buster,
The Searchers,
Harmonia,
Simply Red,
Wire,
Black Sheep,
Alice Coltrane,
Rakim,
Altered Images,
Danielle Patucci,
Lakeside,
The Fall,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Normal,
Franke,
Make Up,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gun Club,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eric Dolphy,
The Buckinghams,
Cybotron,
The Move,
Pantaleimon,
Masters at Work,
Ronan,
Sparks,
Bush Tetras,
Michelle Simonal,
Crash Course in Science,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Television Personalities,
Dark Day,
Althea and Donna,
Barclay James Harvest,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.