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 Poland and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Hashim,
Johnny Clarke,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Remains,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ponytail,
Q and Not U,
PIL,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gang Starr,
10cc,
Lower 48,
Black Pus,
John Foxx,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ludus,
Thee Headcoats,
Jeff Mills,
Faust,
The Dead C,
The Cramps,
The Star Department,
The Seeds,
Scott Walker,
Minnie Riperton,
Marine Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
Trumans Water,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Zeros,
Terry Callier,
Aaron Thompson,
Flash Fearless,
Marc Almond,
The Fugs,
Michelle Simonal,
Mad Mike,
Rapeman,
In Retrospect,
The Wake,
Henry Cow,
Khruangbin,
New Age Steppers,
Quando Quango,
Lalann,
Ralphi Rosario,
Motorama,
Sam Rivers,
The Toasters,
Magma,
Moss Icon,
A Certain Ratio,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kool Moe Dee,
DJ Sneak,
Harry Pussy,
Shuggie Otis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Sheep,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.