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 Mongolia and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 OOIOO to the rock 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Erasure,
Gang of Four,
The Buckinghams,
The Leaves,
Negative Approach,
Severed Heads,
MC5,
ABC,
Gang Starr,
a-ha,
Sonic Youth,
Eddi Front,
Anthony Braxton,
Blancmange,
Fatback Band,
Can,
The Fire Engines,
Black Flag,
cv313,
The Cramps,
L. Decosne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Maurizio,
Unrelated Segments,
Surgeon,
The Fugs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lalann,
Scrapy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Icehouse,
the Swans,
Nik Kershaw,
The Invisible,
The Grass Roots,
Harmonia,
New Age Steppers,
KRS-One,
The United States of America,
Judy Mowatt,
Rapeman,
the Germs,
Stetsasonic,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Toasters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cheater Slicks,
Jacques Brel,
Quadrant,
Excepter,
The Evens,
Marc Almond,
Darondo,
Maleditus Sound,
Brick,
Hoover,
The Sound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.