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 Seychelles and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator 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 Accadde A to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
The J.B.'s,
Ituana,
Bill Near,
Dual Sessions,
Anthony Braxton,
Main Source,
Bob Dylan,
Moss Icon,
Fad Gadget,
Joensuu 1685,
Johnny Clarke,
Skarface,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mantronix,
The Cowsills,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sonny Sharrock,
Von Mondo,
Ken Boothe,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Idris Muhammad,
The Skatalites,
New Order,
Donny Hathaway,
Soulsonic Force,
Shuggie Otis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soft Machine,
The Divine Comedy,
Swell Maps,
Eric Copeland,
Jandek,
Camberwell Now,
Newcleus,
Byron Stingily,
Franke,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kayak,
Jawbox,
Urselle,
Nico,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Oneida,
Excepter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tears for Fears,
The Monks,
Maleditus Sound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The United States of America,
The Kinks,
PIL,
Sonic Youth,
Darondo,
June Days,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Arab on Radar,
Severed Heads,
the Human League,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.