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 India and from Mumbai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb 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 Aural Exciters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Max Romeo,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joey Negro,
Graham Central Station,
Funkadelic,
Albert Ayler,
Lindisfarne,
Bob Dylan,
E-Dancer,
The Blackbyrds,
Anakelly,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Khruangbin,
Andrew Hill,
The Pop Group,
Blossom Toes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Depeche Mode,
The Toasters,
Scion,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Parry Music,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cameo,
Glenn Branca,
Rotary Connection,
Ken Boothe,
T.S.O.L.,
Groovy Waters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
K-Klass,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The United States of America,
Vladislav Delay,
Lightning Bolt,
Circle Jerks,
Funky Four + One,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Black Dice,
Amazonics,
The Residents,
Excepter,
Dawn Penn,
Los Fastidios,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Davy DMX,
Cecil Taylor,
Symarip,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ultra Naté,
Hoover,
L. Decosne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Danielle Patucci,
Rakim,
Neil Young,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eurythmics,
Alice Coltrane,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.