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 Cape Verde 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Slits 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Slave,
Eurythmics,
The Detroit Cobras,
The New Christs,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Names,
Public Enemy,
Yellowson,
Connie Case,
Nils Olav,
Marine Girls,
Joe Smooth,
Aswad,
AZ,
The Remains,
KRS-One,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Black Dice,
Max Romeo,
Niagra,
Funkadelic,
The Real Kids,
The Smiths,
Amazonics,
Pulsallama,
the Soft Cell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sex Pistols,
Piero Umiliani,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hoover,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Altered Images,
Chrome,
Babytalk,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
In Retrospect,
Oneida,
Organ,
Maurizio,
Negative Approach,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Shoche,
The Gladiators,
Anthony Braxton,
Guru Guru,
Easy Going,
Radio Birdman,
Bush Tetras,
Aloha Tigers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Underground Resistance,
The Raincoats,
John Cale,
Blancmange,
PIL,
Minny Pops,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mark Hollis,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.