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 Andorra and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cameo to the punk 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Rites of Spring,
Jandek,
Deadbeat,
Harmonia,
Lyres,
Isaac Hayes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mad Mike,
Eli Mardock,
Mantronix,
cv313,
The Cure,
Gerry Rafferty,
Circle Jerks,
Eric Dolphy,
Little Man,
Rod Modell,
Minnie Riperton,
New York Dolls,
The Star Department,
This Heat,
Wire,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mr. Review,
KRS-One,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
LL Cool J,
Black Sheep,
Schoolly D,
The Martian,
Pierre Henry,
Country Teasers,
The Residents,
Danielle Patucci,
Oneida,
the Swans,
Blake Baxter,
Barry Ungar,
June Days,
Stereo Dub,
Zapp,
Peter and Kerry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Selecter,
Alton Ellis,
Shuggie Otis,
Aaron Thompson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Young Marble Giants,
Amon Düül II,
Lebanon Hanover,
Can,
Warsaw,
Underground Resistance,
New Order,
Pantaleimon,
Fluxion,
Depeche Mode,
Main Source,
Spoonie Gee,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.