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 Lesotho and from London.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Raincoats to the punk 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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Ohio Players,
James White and The Blacks,
Can,
Eric Dolphy,
The Golliwogs,
Aural Exciters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Colin Newman,
the Association,
Joey Negro,
The Star Department,
Howard Jones,
Von Mondo,
Danielle Patucci,
Prince Buster,
Bootsy Collins,
Sarah Menescal,
The Count Five,
Soul II Soul,
Infiniti,
Y Pants,
Max Romeo,
Rosa Yemen,
Soul Sonic Force,
Youth Brigade,
Cabaret Voltaire,
David Axelrod,
Sight & Sound,
Skarface,
One Last Wish,
La Düsseldorf,
Tomorrow,
The Slackers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Oneida,
The Searchers,
Spandau Ballet,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roxy Music,
Sonic Youth,
Cheater Slicks,
Franke,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Vainqueur,
Skaos,
Kenny Larkin,
Sparks,
Tears for Fears,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang Starr,
The Young Rascals,
Isaac Hayes,
Amazonics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nils Olav,
Roger Hodgson,
UT,
Eurythmics,
Joy Division,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.