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 France and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Quantec,
Freddie Wadling,
Bootsy Collins,
the Slits,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sun City Girls,
Livin' Joy,
Aloha Tigers,
Tom Boy,
CMW,
Gang Starr,
The Young Rascals,
Intrusion,
Slave,
OOIOO,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Urselle,
John Lydon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stiv Bators,
Neu!,
Deadbeat,
Pantytec,
MDC,
Eli Mardock,
UT,
Parry Music,
Todd Rundgren,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Talk Talk,
China Crisis,
The Offenders,
Pussy Galore,
Nick Fraelich,
Malaria!,
Motorama,
DNA,
The Last Poets,
Franke,
Marshall Jefferson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Skarface,
Newcleus,
Fatback Band,
The Gories,
Henry Cow,
Kevin Saunderson,
Magazine,
Organ,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The J.B.'s,
Q and Not U,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jerry's Kids,
Bronski Beat,
Zero Boys,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.