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 Honduras and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sonic Youth to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 '90s.
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 Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Schoolly D,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Alphaville,
X-Ray Spex,
Eli Mardock,
Drive Like Jehu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tubeway Army,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Sherman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Offenders,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kas Product,
Von Mondo,
The Remains,
Wire,
Make Up,
Theoretical Girls,
Royal Trux,
Soul II Soul,
The Doors,
Matthew Halsall,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Model 500,
The Last Poets,
Wasted Youth,
The Raincoats,
The Dead C,
Derrick Morgan,
Don Cherry,
ABBA,
Swans,
Young Marble Giants,
Crash Course in Science,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Arcadia,
Lower 48,
New York Dolls,
Gong,
Kevin Saunderson,
Banda Bassotti,
Spandau Ballet,
The Young Rascals,
Marc Almond,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
June Days,
Jerry's Kids,
Ronan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bob Dylan,
Deepchord,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fugazi,
Matthew Bourne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
FM Einheit,
Deakin,
Steve Hackett,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.