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 Dominica and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Glambeats Corp. to the crunk 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Ice-T,
The Human League,
Marvin Gaye,
Royal Trux,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lower 48,
Tomorrow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wire,
Delon & Dalcan,
Swans,
Section 25,
Amazonics,
The American Breed,
The Saints,
Scrapy,
The Birthday Party,
DNA,
Pulsallama,
Big Daddy Kane,
Los Fastidios,
Joe Finger,
The Sonics,
Zapp,
Pantaleimon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Smiths,
Chris Corsano,
Laurel Aitken,
The Shadows of Knight,
Brothers Johnson,
The Barracudas,
Goldenarms,
The Electric Prunes,
Colin Newman,
The Stooges,
the Sonics,
Isaac Hayes,
Joe Smooth,
Suicide,
The Velvet Underground,
The Star Department,
Flipper,
Skarface,
Brand Nubian,
Moby Grape,
Cal Tjader,
Echospace,
The Litter,
Maleditus Sound,
The Doors,
Ronnie Foster,
The Blues Magoos,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Camberwell Now,
Arcadia,
The Walker Brothers,
Anthony Braxton,
Jawbox,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sister Nancy,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.