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 Nicaragua and from Spokane.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Faraquet to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
UT,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Moon,
Funky Four + One,
Nico,
Kas Product,
Bobby Womack,
Rod Modell,
Glenn Branca,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Count Five,
Pylon,
Television,
Black Pus,
Kaleidoscope,
Popol Vuh,
Cal Tjader,
Monks,
Drexciya,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Birthday Party,
Nils Olav,
DJ Style,
The Skatalites,
Todd Rundgren,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pagans,
The Vogues,
Little Man,
Crispy Ambulance,
MDC,
June of 44,
Neu!,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Groovy Waters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Human League,
Minor Threat,
The New Christs,
Grey Daturas,
June Days,
Thompson Twins,
Sparks,
Harmonia,
Dennis Brown,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Electric Prunes,
The Selecter,
Dawn Penn,
X-101,
CMW,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Reed,
Bang On A Can,
Throbbing Gristle,
Peter and Kerry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.