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 Moldova and from Edmonton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bauhaus to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Starr. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Ornette Coleman,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
Tommy Roe,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bronski Beat,
Monks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Das Ding,
Moby Grape,
Blossom Toes,
FM Einheit,
Skriet,
Pierre Henry,
Grandmaster Flash,
Minutemen,
Motorama,
The Black Dice,
Stetsasonic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eddi Front,
CMW,
Thee Headcoats,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Lydon,
UT,
Barbara Tucker,
Judy Mowatt,
Deadbeat,
Maurizio,
Sällskapet,
LL Cool J,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultimate Spinach,
New Age Steppers,
Ludus,
The Knickerbockers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pere Ubu,
Angry Samoans,
The Techniques,
Yazoo,
The Residents,
the Soft Cell,
Ultra Naté,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sound Behaviour,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Avey Tare,
Rotary Connection,
The Gap Band,
Technova,
Moebius,
Circle Jerks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.