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 Zimbabwe and from Bologna.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Saccharine Trust to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Popol Vuh,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Theoretical Girls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Moss Icon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dave Gahan,
The Walker Brothers,
Neil Young,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Intrusion,
Arab on Radar,
Joe Finger,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Stiv Bators,
F. McDonald,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Birthday Party,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Zapp,
Excepter,
Basic Channel,
Animal Collective,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Siglo XX,
Underground Resistance,
Index,
The Dead C,
Camouflage,
Moebius,
Isaac Hayes,
The Divine Comedy,
Sun City Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Public Enemy,
The Velvet Underground,
The Happenings,
Agitation Free,
Fatback Band,
Minutemen,
the Soft Cell,
Wolf Eyes,
James White and The Blacks,
Skaos,
Sonic Youth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hashim,
Jerry's Kids,
Tubeway Army,
Mr. Review,
Goldenarms,
Fat Boys,
Bush Tetras,
Gichy Dan,
JFA,
EPMD,
Banda Bassotti,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.