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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Marine Girls,
Technova,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dave Gahan,
MC5,
Smog,
Freddie Wadling,
10cc,
Sun Ra,
Soul II Soul,
Mr. Review,
Supertramp,
Stetsasonic,
Liliput,
AZ,
Sonny Sharrock,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Howard Jones,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fugs,
The Fuzztones,
Das Ding,
The Names,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Blancmange,
OOIOO,
Arthur Verocai,
Cymande,
the Sonics,
Aswad,
John Coltrane,
Can,
Moss Icon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Human League,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
R.M.O.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Toni Rubio,
Icehouse,
The Cowsills,
Ultimate Spinach,
Spoonie Gee,
Boredoms,
Juan Atkins,
Ludus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
cv313,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rhythm & Sound,
Camouflage,
Make Up,
Danielle Patucci,
Nirvana,
B.T. Express,
The Cure,
ABC,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.