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 South Africa and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Birthday Party to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
David Bowie,
Danielle Patucci,
Jeff Mills,
John Holt,
The Last Poets,
Neil Young,
48th St. Collective,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
FM Einheit,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pussy Galore,
Wings,
Howard Jones,
John Foxx,
Arthur Verocai,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tim Buckley,
The Count Five,
Von Mondo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marmalade,
Sonny Sharrock,
Patti Smith,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ten City,
World's Most,
D'Angelo,
Laurel Aitken,
Rhythm & Sound,
E-Dancer,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Cale,
The Busters,
The Angels of Light,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Vogues,
PIL,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Blancmange,
Johnny Clarke,
The Barracudas,
Gabor Szabo,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Young Rascals,
OOIOO,
Babytalk,
The Neon Judgement,
Tears for Fears,
Cybotron,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tommy Roe,
The Wake,
Hoover,
the Slits,
Chris Corsano,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cecil Taylor,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.