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 Albania and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Marc Almond to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Lalann,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Man Parrish,
Howard Jones,
Eurythmics,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cecil Taylor,
Byron Stingily,
Thompson Twins,
The Seeds,
Negative Approach,
Archie Shepp,
Scratch Acid,
L. Decosne,
The Misunderstood,
The New Christs,
Joensuu 1685,
F. McDonald,
Brass Construction,
Warsaw,
Black Flag,
Los Fastidios,
Sam Rivers,
Interpol,
Lou Christie,
Hasil Adkins,
The Monochrome Set,
Johnny Osbourne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hoover,
The Dead C,
Barbara Tucker,
The Mummies,
Peter and Kerry,
Bush Tetras,
Minnie Riperton,
The Move,
Lakeside,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Young Marble Giants,
Suicide,
Marc Almond,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cybotron,
Black Sheep,
Spoonie Gee,
Television Personalities,
Morten Harket,
LL Cool J,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Johnny Clarke,
Minutemen,
Bang On A Can,
The Stooges,
Juan Atkins,
The Pretty Things,
Pantytec,
Traffic Nightmare,
In Retrospect,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.