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 Palau and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
MDC,
Alton Ellis,
Maleditus Sound,
Leonard Cohen,
Joe Smooth,
Boz Scaggs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Stereo Dub,
Suburban Knight,
Brick,
T.S.O.L.,
Dual Sessions,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fela Kuti,
The Sonics,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Red Krayola,
Jeff Mills,
X-102,
Severed Heads,
Harmonia,
The Tremeloes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
DJ Style,
Pere Ubu,
Pantytec,
The Associates,
Panda Bear,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Letta Mbulu,
Nico,
Minor Threat,
Q65,
Siglo XX,
Aural Exciters,
Donny Hathaway,
Vladislav Delay,
Amon Düül,
L. Decosne,
ABBA,
Gang Gang Dance,
Robert Wyatt,
Saccharine Trust,
Minnie Riperton,
A Certain Ratio,
Tom Boy,
Country Teasers,
Rod Modell,
Josef K,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Move,
The Searchers,
Quantec,
Essential Logic,
the Slits,
Todd Rundgren,
Ronnie Foster,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yaz,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.