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 Tunisia and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Soul Sonic Force to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Bootsy Collins,
Funky Four + One,
Symarip,
The Moody Blues,
Radio Birdman,
Bill Wells,
One Last Wish,
Pulsallama,
Electric Prunes,
Heaven 17,
Bush Tetras,
Los Fastidios,
The Offenders,
The Doors,
UT,
Cluster,
Warsaw,
The Detroit Cobras,
Visage,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lower 48,
The Neon Judgement,
K-Klass,
Scan 7,
The Zeros,
Jimmy McGriff,
Little Man,
The Move,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sonic Youth,
The Velvet Underground,
Hasil Adkins,
Terry Callier,
Deadbeat,
Panda Bear,
The Fall,
Accadde A,
Maurizio,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Tears for Fears,
Dead Boys,
Magazine,
DJ Style,
Barbara Tucker,
The Wake,
Sun Ra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Divine Comedy,
Ice-T,
Lucky Dragons,
Kool Moe Dee,
Matthew Bourne,
Mr. Review,
La Düsseldorf,
Lalann,
Echospace,
The Techniques,
Jeff Lynne,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.