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 Argentina and from Seoul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 The Martian to the grunge 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
The Doors,
Michelle Simonal,
The Divine Comedy,
The Smiths,
The Gun Club,
Technova,
World's Most,
Oblivians,
Faraquet,
Dead Boys,
Donald Byrd,
The Evens,
Funkadelic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Residents,
Slave,
John Foxx,
Black Moon,
Alton Ellis,
Funky Four + One,
Ossler,
Chris & Cosey,
The Trojans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Motorama,
Rod Modell,
Monks,
Matthew Halsall,
Colin Newman,
Eddi Front,
Stereo Dub,
Underground Resistance,
Magma,
Public Enemy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang of Four,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Don Cherry,
Niagra,
Alphaville,
Dawn Penn,
The Count Five,
Tubeway Army,
Grey Daturas,
The Flesh Eaters,
X-102,
Main Source,
The Human League,
The Modern Lovers,
The Gories,
Eve St. Jones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jeff Mills,
Amazonics,
Camberwell Now,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Masters at Work,
Morten Harket,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.