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 Swaziland and from Delhi.
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 Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Morten Harket to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Sam Rivers,
Idris Muhammad,
The Real Kids,
Bronski Beat,
Television Personalities,
The J.B.'s,
Sonic Youth,
Ken Boothe,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
CMW,
Y Pants,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ituana,
This Heat,
Crooked Eye,
Eli Mardock,
Derrick Morgan,
OOIOO,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hashim,
Black Flag,
Bootsy Collins,
Chris & Cosey,
Guru Guru,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camberwell Now,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crispy Ambulance,
Q65,
Dennis Brown,
Pagans,
Matthew Halsall,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Circle Jerks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Henry Cow,
Funkadelic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Porter Ricks,
LL Cool J,
Gabor Szabo,
Tears for Fears,
The Fugs,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Leaves,
Jeff Lynne,
Man Parrish,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Byrd,
Magma,
Alison Limerick,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Shoche,
Quando Quango,
Alton Ellis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.