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 United States and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Ultravox to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
The Walker Brothers,
cv313,
Derrick May,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eric Copeland,
Guru Guru,
Lalann,
FM Einheit,
Dorothy Ashby,
Organ,
Mantronix,
Harmonia,
Yazoo,
Hardrive,
Grauzone,
Sonic Youth,
Graham Central Station,
The Neon Judgement,
PIL,
Joensuu 1685,
The J.B.'s,
Los Fastidios,
Silicon Teens,
Moebius,
Robert Wyatt,
Ken Boothe,
The Barracudas,
Davy DMX,
Khruangbin,
Gong,
OOIOO,
Black Moon,
Groovy Waters,
Nas,
Rosa Yemen,
Morten Harket,
Stiv Bators,
Suicide,
The Searchers,
Tomorrow,
Steve Hackett,
Wasted Youth,
Interpol,
Barbara Tucker,
The Five Americans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nirvana,
Theoretical Girls,
Bronski Beat,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Dave Clark Five,
E-Dancer,
These Immortal Souls,
Intrusion,
Rod Modell,
Barry Ungar,
Henry Cow,
The Doobie Brothers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.