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 Russia 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Black Pus to the dance 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Television,
Royal Trux,
Subhumans,
Peter and Kerry,
Fugazi,
Eric B and Rakim,
Model 500,
Stereo Dub,
Neu!,
the Normal,
Minnie Riperton,
Wire,
Aural Exciters,
Soft Cell,
The Cowsills,
John Coltrane,
Mantronix,
Barclay James Harvest,
Erasure,
Kaleidoscope,
La Düsseldorf,
Oblivians,
Ultimate Spinach,
Johnny Clarke,
Piero Umiliani,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Robert Wyatt,
Aswad,
Kayak,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Saints,
Harry Pussy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Golliwogs,
Blake Baxter,
CMW,
Jacob Miller,
Rod Modell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Max Romeo,
Bill Wells,
Eric Dolphy,
Pierre Henry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Audionom,
Ohio Players,
The Dead C,
Ice-T,
The Toasters,
The Leaves,
Moebius,
Glenn Branca,
Kool Moe Dee,
Metal Thangz,
The Sonics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kerri Chandler,
Nik Kershaw,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ludus,
Don Cherry,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.