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 Iceland and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Magazine to the punk 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Absolute Body Control,
The Star Department,
Dark Day,
Gang of Four,
Clear Light,
Unwound,
Basic Channel,
Cal Tjader,
Susan Cadogan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Unrelated Segments,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Groovy Waters,
Goldenarms,
Erasure,
The Victims,
The American Breed,
Crash Course in Science,
Eli Mardock,
The Tremeloes,
Marmalade,
Alice Coltrane,
The Moleskins,
Jerry's Kids,
DJ Sneak,
Tim Buckley,
Matthew Bourne,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joe Finger,
Thee Headcoats,
DJ Style,
John Lydon,
Delon & Dalcan,
H. Thieme,
The New Christs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kaleidoscope,
Quantec,
Bootsy Collins,
Rufus Thomas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brick,
Harry Pussy,
The Blues Magoos,
Sarah Menescal,
Black Flag,
Anthony Braxton,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Beau Brummels,
Terry Callier,
Alton Ellis,
Davy DMX,
Isaac Hayes,
John Cale,
Jeff Lynne,
Boogie Down Productions,
Duran Duran,
Al Stewart,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.