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 Swaziland and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
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 Tears for Fears to the techno 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Scion,
Eric Dolphy,
Warren Ellis,
John Cale,
Rod Modell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Babytalk,
Amazonics,
The Neon Judgement,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rites of Spring,
The Wake,
Newcleus,
Bluetip,
Gabor Szabo,
Average White Band,
David Axelrod,
Grey Daturas,
Second Layer,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Offenders,
Althea and Donna,
Country Teasers,
Y Pants,
Erykah Badu,
X-Ray Spex,
Adolescents,
Lower 48,
the Normal,
The Index,
Glenn Branca,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Todd Terry,
Faust,
The Tremeloes,
Bang On A Can,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ornette Coleman,
JFA,
Television Personalities,
Swans,
Minor Threat,
La Düsseldorf,
Schoolly D,
Boredoms,
Magma,
Heaven 17,
Whodini,
Tears for Fears,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alton Ellis,
Porter Ricks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Public Enemy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Danielle Patucci,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Saints,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.