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 Marshall Islands and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Alphaville to the crunk 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers 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?
John Cale,
The Dead C,
Desert Stars,
Dave Gahan,
Banda Bassotti,
Traffic Nightmare,
Electric Prunes,
Soulsonic Force,
The Human League,
cv313,
Fad Gadget,
Black Pus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lee Hazlewood,
Zapp,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Erykah Badu,
The Real Kids,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Simply Red,
The Buckinghams,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hot Snakes,
Cecil Taylor,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
X-102,
Lindisfarne,
Inner City,
The Mojo Men,
Technova,
Symarip,
Infiniti,
Shuggie Otis,
Archie Shepp,
Chris Corsano,
Steve Hackett,
Stereo Dub,
Howard Jones,
Tres Demented,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Black Dice,
The Monochrome Set,
Jeru the Damaja,
Josef K,
The Pop Group,
Pantytec,
Barry Ungar,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pulsallama,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Janne Schatter,
The Move,
T. Rex,
The Mummies,
The Music Machine,
Mission of Burma,
The Motions,
Youth Brigade,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sandy B,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.