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 Guyana and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the grunge 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
The Selecter,
The Mojo Men,
Robert Wyatt,
KRS-One,
Kerrie Biddell,
Second Layer,
Severed Heads,
Carl Craig,
Fugazi,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soul Sonic Force,
Flash Fearless,
The Velvet Underground,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Chris Corsano,
Audionom,
X-102,
David McCallum,
Underground Resistance,
Soul II Soul,
Lou Reed,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aural Exciters,
the Slits,
Fad Gadget,
The Victims,
The Star Department,
Oblivians,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Dead C,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Camberwell Now,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Maurizio,
Negative Approach,
OOIOO,
Ice-T,
Cybotron,
The Durutti Column,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Neil Young,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Smog,
Terry Callier,
The Knickerbockers,
The Moody Blues,
Jesper Dahlback,
Guru Guru,
The Slackers,
Fear,
B.T. Express,
Zero Boys,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Skatalites,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
June of 44,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Skarface,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.