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 Colombia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Mojo Men to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins 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?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Howard Jones,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Boredoms,
Glambeats Corp.,
A Certain Ratio,
Swans,
The New Christs,
Erykah Badu,
Fela Kuti,
Barry Ungar,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fire Engines,
The Smoke,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Organ,
Sun Ra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Index,
K-Klass,
In Retrospect,
Radio Birdman,
The Evens,
Charles Mingus,
Crime,
Brick,
the Soft Cell,
Bronski Beat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Skriet,
Chris & Cosey,
Mandrill,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Au Pairs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Zapp,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Young Marble Giants,
The Black Dice,
Visage,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eric Dolphy,
Nico,
The Raincoats,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Underground Resistance,
Delon & Dalcan,
Siglo XX,
Moss Icon,
The Tremeloes,
Basic Channel,
Royal Trux,
10cc,
JFA,
Robert Hood,
The Misunderstood,
Unwound,
Pulsallama,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.