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 Germany and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Fela Kuti,
Crooked Eye,
Dead Boys,
Davy DMX,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fugs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lower 48,
Los Fastidios,
Erykah Badu,
Saccharine Trust,
Silicon Teens,
The Five Americans,
The Grass Roots,
Scion,
Hardrive,
DJ Style,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cramps,
Bauhaus,
Essential Logic,
Boz Scaggs,
Radiopuhelimet,
The New Christs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultravox,
Jandek,
Deakin,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Tremeloes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Goldenarms,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eric Copeland,
The Blues Magoos,
48th St. Collective,
Derrick May,
The Moody Blues,
Faust,
The Birthday Party,
Visage,
Au Pairs,
Sight & Sound,
Buzzcocks,
The Evens,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barry Ungar,
Model 500,
Todd Terry,
Surgeon,
the Bar-Kays,
Jerry's Kids,
Malaria!,
Sonic Youth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Godley & Creme,
John Foxx,
Alison Limerick,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.