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 Guyana and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fear to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Flipper,
Funky Four + One,
The Dead C,
Bush Tetras,
The New Christs,
Delta 5,
Heaven 17,
Gang Green,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
David McCallum,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
New York Dolls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Last Poets,
Sixth Finger,
Angry Samoans,
Yaz,
June of 44,
Vladislav Delay,
Lakeside,
Kerri Chandler,
Deepchord,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Loose Ends,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Circle Jerks,
Tubeway Army,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Electric Prunes,
Warsaw,
Black Sheep,
Amon Düül II,
Todd Terry,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lalo Schifrin,
In Retrospect,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marc Almond,
The Blackbyrds,
R.M.O.,
The Blues Magoos,
The Residents,
Amon Düül,
The Divine Comedy,
Henry Cow,
Colin Newman,
Radiohead,
The Monochrome Set,
Marshall Jefferson,
Young Marble Giants,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dawn Penn,
Danielle Patucci,
Sight & Sound,
Kayak,
The Fortunes,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.