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 Madagascar and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 FM Einheit to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
The Black Dice,
The Smoke,
Excepter,
Matthew Halsall,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tim Buckley,
U.S. Maple,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Michelle Simonal,
Lindisfarne,
Maurizio,
Stetsasonic,
The Standells,
Yaz,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hasil Adkins,
Cheater Slicks,
Lou Christie,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
James White and The Blacks,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yazoo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Carl Craig,
R.M.O.,
Ten City,
T. Rex,
Eric Copeland,
Pole,
Alice Coltrane,
Kurtis Blow,
The Motions,
A Certain Ratio,
Liliput,
Deepchord,
The Fuzztones,
Crime,
Al Stewart,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Section 25,
Eden Ahbez,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Leonard Cohen,
Pussy Galore,
Qualms,
The Modern Lovers,
Porter Ricks,
The Sound,
Tom Boy,
Rapeman,
Zero Boys,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Quantec,
Spandau Ballet,
AZ,
Quadrant,
The Golliwogs,
The J.B.'s,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.