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 Guinea-Bissau and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
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 Dennis Brown to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minny Pops,
Aloha Tigers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Delon & Dalcan,
Moebius,
The Fugs,
Glenn Branca,
La Düsseldorf,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Porter Ricks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Adolescents,
The Smoke,
June of 44,
Nas,
Anthony Braxton,
The Names,
the Normal,
Arcadia,
AZ,
Japan,
Sam Rivers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Yellowson,
Dual Sessions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
K-Klass,
Qualms,
Camouflage,
Agitation Free,
Alison Limerick,
Lee Hazlewood,
UT,
Dead Boys,
Young Marble Giants,
Second Layer,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gang Green,
The Neon Judgement,
the Swans,
The Count Five,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Shuggie Otis,
Scrapy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Masters at Work,
Faust,
Joey Negro,
The Sonics,
Eddi Front,
Ultra Naté,
Harmonia,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Standells,
Ronnie Foster,
Iggy Pop,
Main Source,
Desert Stars,
D'Angelo,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.