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 Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Camberwell Now,
Amon Düül,
Skriet,
Pere Ubu,
Throbbing Gristle,
Agent Orange,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Trojans,
The American Breed,
The Leaves,
Mark Hollis,
OOIOO,
L. Decosne,
Steve Hackett,
Hot Snakes,
Amon Düül II,
Bang On A Can,
Kevin Saunderson,
kango's stein massive,
The Walker Brothers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minny Pops,
Sarah Menescal,
Freddie Wadling,
10cc,
Matthew Halsall,
Echospace,
The Durutti Column,
Terry Callier,
Sonic Youth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
DJ Style,
The Dirtbombs,
Rapeman,
Schoolly D,
Ponytail,
Black Sheep,
Youth Brigade,
Marine Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
Morten Harket,
Ohio Players,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Five Americans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Moby Grape,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scratch Acid,
Bill Wells,
The Kinks,
James White and The Blacks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Blossom Toes,
Audionom,
The Buckinghams,
Mars,
The Moleskins,
The Cowsills,
Lightning Bolt,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
One Last Wish,
Nik Kershaw,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.