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 Romania and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 JFA to the electroclash 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Deakin,
The Victims,
Oblivians,
Ludus,
Spoonie Gee,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nirvana,
Mantronix,
Public Image Ltd.,
Iggy Pop,
Soul II Soul,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sparks,
Peter and Kerry,
Little Man,
Soft Cell,
Kas Product,
X-102,
Dennis Brown,
Quantec,
Judy Mowatt,
Godley & Creme,
a-ha,
Colin Newman,
Ultimate Spinach,
Country Teasers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Urselle,
John Cale,
cv313,
Barry Ungar,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
JFA,
T. Rex,
The Blues Magoos,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cal Tjader,
Quadrant,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Divine Comedy,
ABBA,
Roxette,
Gong,
Terry Callier,
Carl Craig,
Sexual Harrassment,
Faraquet,
Sam Rivers,
X-101,
The Fugs,
Loose Ends,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Isaac Hayes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Faust,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.