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 Zambia and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Adolescents,
Lou Reed,
Chris Corsano,
Sugar Minott,
The Neon Judgement,
X-Ray Spex,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bad Manners,
Moss Icon,
U.S. Maple,
The Sonics,
Motorama,
Ituana,
Blake Baxter,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Knickerbockers,
Lyres,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eddi Front,
The Zeros,
Brick,
Hardrive,
Hoover,
Country Joe & The Fish,
One Last Wish,
Joy Division,
Pierre Henry,
Popol Vuh,
Camouflage,
Dawn Penn,
Sarah Menescal,
Shoche,
Mission of Burma,
The Modern Lovers,
Scott Walker,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Con Funk Shun,
Skarface,
Parry Music,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sam Rivers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Associates,
Supertramp,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Pus,
Wasted Youth,
The Buckinghams,
Neil Young,
Surgeon,
Girls At Our Best!,
X-101,
Reagan Youth,
Wally Richardson,
Rekid,
Leonard Cohen,
the Association,
Crispy Ambulance,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Letta Mbulu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.