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 Congo and from New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 H. Thieme to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes 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?
Qualms,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Names,
Connie Case,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pere Ubu,
Johnny Clarke,
Eve St. Jones,
F. McDonald,
Faraquet,
Kayak,
Metal Thangz,
The Seeds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Offenders,
The Busters,
Colin Newman,
Suburban Knight,
Section 25,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barry Ungar,
Frankie Knuckles,
OOIOO,
Don Cherry,
Ossler,
Skarface,
Stockholm Monsters,
Peter and Kerry,
The Litter,
Marc Almond,
Grauzone,
48th St. Collective,
The Golliwogs,
Fluxion,
Thompson Twins,
Rufus Thomas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Little Man,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Count Five,
The American Breed,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Neon Judgement,
Suicide,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tom Boy,
Theoretical Girls,
EPMD,
Excepter,
Sun Ra,
The Fall,
David Bowie,
Accadde A,
Arab on Radar,
Freddie Wadling,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pantytec,
Hoover,
Q and Not U,
Crispian St. Peters,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.