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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar 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 PIL to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Byron Stingily,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nico,
Fluxion,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roger Hodgson,
Joey Negro,
Surgeon,
Yazoo,
Soft Machine,
Gong,
LL Cool J,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Funky Four + One,
Wire,
Gang Green,
Ornette Coleman,
the Bar-Kays,
Rekid,
The Residents,
EPMD,
Half Japanese,
Howard Jones,
Section 25,
Ultra Naté,
Siglo XX,
Dark Day,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Flash Fearless,
The Golliwogs,
the Normal,
The Monochrome Set,
Minny Pops,
Drive Like Jehu,
Matthew Bourne,
The Star Department,
Trumans Water,
Glenn Branca,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Khruangbin,
Tommy Roe,
Country Teasers,
Quantec,
Livin' Joy,
Brass Construction,
Eli Mardock,
Jerry's Kids,
Morten Harket,
The Associates,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Moon,
Deepchord,
Bluetip,
Cheater Slicks,
Sound Behaviour,
Eve St. Jones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
MC5,
China Crisis,
Second Layer,
Michelle Simonal,
One Last Wish,
The Five Americans,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.