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 Taiwan and from Edmonton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Eden Ahbez to the electroclash 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Bizarre Inc.,
X-102,
In Retrospect,
Electric Prunes,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Residents,
Outsiders,
Pet Shop Boys,
ABBA,
Harry Pussy,
The Dead C,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sun City Girls,
DJ Style,
Chris & Cosey,
Sister Nancy,
PIL,
Tres Demented,
Ultravox,
Curtis Mayfield,
One Last Wish,
Marshall Jefferson,
Make Up,
The Cowsills,
Al Stewart,
The Names,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Juan Atkins,
Interpol,
Angry Samoans,
Sparks,
Lucky Dragons,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
MC5,
Suicide,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scott Walker,
David Axelrod,
Japan,
Sex Pistols,
Davy DMX,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sandy B,
Janne Schatter,
Drexciya,
Aloha Tigers,
Moss Icon,
Bang On A Can,
Lee Hazlewood,
Matthew Halsall,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Birthday Party,
Derrick Morgan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nas,
Lindisfarne,
Infiniti,
Gang Green,
The Buckinghams,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.