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 Australia 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Gang of Four to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris Corsano record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Blancmange,
Jesper Dahlback,
June Days,
The Modern Lovers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Pretty Things,
Delon & Dalcan,
MC5,
Babytalk,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang of Four,
Minnie Riperton,
Avey Tare,
The Grass Roots,
The Slits,
The Five Americans,
Derrick Morgan,
The Raincoats,
Ultimate Spinach,
Erykah Badu,
Warren Ellis,
Mandrill,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Black Dice,
Yellowson,
The Zeros,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Skriet,
Archie Shepp,
Patti Smith,
Maleditus Sound,
The Velvet Underground,
Ice-T,
Television Personalities,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scott Walker,
Fugazi,
The Vogues,
Aural Exciters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sparks,
China Crisis,
Neu!,
The Blues Magoos,
Byron Stingily,
Mission of Burma,
John Holt,
The Mummies,
Spoonie Gee,
Barry Ungar,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ludus,
Intrusion,
The Slackers,
Henry Cow,
Schoolly D,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soul II Soul,
Livin' Joy,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.