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 Iraq and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Slave to the techno 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Niagra,
Spoonie Gee,
Hot Snakes,
Slick Rick,
Rhythm & Sound,
Colin Newman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Flash Fearless,
Reagan Youth,
Letta Mbulu,
The Seeds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wire,
LL Cool J,
T.S.O.L.,
Radio Birdman,
Theoretical Girls,
Gichy Dan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roxette,
Fatback Band,
Mars,
CMW,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Sonics,
Johnny Clarke,
Terrestrial Tones,
Yusef Lateef,
Porter Ricks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Moby Grape,
Subhumans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sandy B,
Mark Hollis,
The Standells,
The Walker Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Slits,
Slave,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Electric Prunes,
Saccharine Trust,
Magma,
Fat Boys,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kayak,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Residents,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nico,
ABC,
The Motions,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Pop Group,
Pere Ubu,
Outsiders,
Jeru the Damaja,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.