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 Turkey and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
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 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 Lou Reed 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 a-ha to the grunge 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Isaac Hayes,
Newcleus,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Names,
Au Pairs,
Colin Newman,
Sun City Girls,
Scott Walker,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gap Band,
The Fortunes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Seeds,
Lungfish,
The Techniques,
FM Einheit,
Maleditus Sound,
Moebius,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fugs,
Soft Cell,
The Mojo Men,
Erasure,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kaleidoscope,
Fela Kuti,
Angry Samoans,
the Slits,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fuzztones,
Japan,
The Birthday Party,
Ken Boothe,
Simply Red,
DJ Style,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Happenings,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Sherman,
Absolute Body Control,
Johnny Clarke,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fear,
Gil Scott Heron,
Main Source,
The Gun Club,
Wally Richardson,
The Saints,
Rufus Thomas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Interpol,
Man Eating Sloth,
Porter Ricks,
Crispian St. Peters,
World's Most,
John Foxx,
The Zeros,
Jeff Mills,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.