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 Taipei.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe 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 Derrick Morgan to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Sam Rivers,
Slave,
Quando Quango,
Bush Tetras,
10cc,
Dorothy Ashby,
Basic Channel,
The Red Krayola,
The Stooges,
Black Moon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soulsonic Force,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fall,
Deadbeat,
The Dirtbombs,
Don Cherry,
Camouflage,
Ultra Naté,
Severed Heads,
Jeff Mills,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
A Certain Ratio,
New York Dolls,
Funkadelic,
Chrome,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Television,
Skarface,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mr. Review,
Qualms,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fuzztones,
The Tremeloes,
Joensuu 1685,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Bananas,
Mantronix,
Marine Girls,
Amazonics,
Lungfish,
Skaos,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cymande,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
ABBA,
The Grass Roots,
Lou Reed,
Liliput,
Trumans Water,
Das Ding,
Ponytail,
Scrapy,
Japan,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.