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 Italy and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Scan 7 to the crunk 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Babytalk,
Pere Ubu,
Can,
Curtis Mayfield,
Livin' Joy,
Pole,
Royal Trux,
Angry Samoans,
Oblivians,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Letta Mbulu,
Eve St. Jones,
Tres Demented,
H. Thieme,
Donald Byrd,
Pharoah Sanders,
Heaven 17,
Bobby Womack,
Ultimate Spinach,
Isaac Hayes,
Das Ding,
Hashim,
The Human League,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Surgeon,
The Walker Brothers,
U.S. Maple,
Stockholm Monsters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Interpol,
MDC,
Eric B and Rakim,
Maurizio,
Model 500,
Sugar Minott,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Oneida,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Dirtbombs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Loose Ends,
Lungfish,
DJ Style,
Alison Limerick,
The Slits,
Boredoms,
The Shadows of Knight,
Terrestrial Tones,
Avey Tare,
Iggy Pop,
Althea and Donna,
Rod Modell,
Crime,
Johnny Osbourne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Symarip,
Crash Course in Science,
Hardrive,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.