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 Venezuela and from Taipei.
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 Portland and Bologna.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Guru Guru to the grunge 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Swans,
Delta 5,
Zero Boys,
Moss Icon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Happenings,
Soulsonic Force,
Trumans Water,
The Tremeloes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Make Up,
U.S. Maple,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Duran Duran,
Fear,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bill Near,
Robert Hood,
Max Romeo,
the Fania All-Stars,
The J.B.'s,
Roxette,
The Victims,
Sugar Minott,
Aaron Thompson,
Glenn Branca,
kango's stein massive,
Funkadelic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
EPMD,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Basic Channel,
Das Ding,
Harpers Bizarre,
Suicide,
Peter & Gordon,
Bauhaus,
Jeff Mills,
JFA,
The Monochrome Set,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jawbox,
Black Pus,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Sonics,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Slackers,
Dark Day,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Animal Collective,
FM Einheit,
Henry Cow,
Spoonie Gee,
Traffic Nightmare,
Graham Central Station,
Black Bananas,
Brick,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Technova,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.