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 San Marino and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro 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 theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dawn Penn,
Swans,
Crooked Eye,
The Fugs,
Glenn Branca,
Man Parrish,
Don Cherry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Circle Jerks,
Terry Callier,
Sam Rivers,
Max Romeo,
Flash Fearless,
Ponytail,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barry Ungar,
Pylon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lucky Dragons,
The Misunderstood,
Spandau Ballet,
Funky Four + One,
Fatback Band,
CMW,
Jacob Miller,
F. McDonald,
The Raincoats,
Pantytec,
the Normal,
Moby Grape,
Isaac Hayes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Duran Duran,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joensuu 1685,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Cale,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soul II Soul,
Ice-T,
Shuggie Otis,
Brass Construction,
Clear Light,
Black Sheep,
Al Stewart,
Matthew Bourne,
the Bar-Kays,
Moss Icon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Flipper,
Nation of Ulysses,
Little Man,
Newcleus,
Excepter,
Fluxion,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.