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 Nauru and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Fela Kuti to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Kerri Chandler,
PIL,
Rosa Yemen,
Jacques Brel,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jerry's Kids,
Jacob Miller,
Heaven 17,
FM Einheit,
Cluster,
Theoretical Girls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lou Reed,
June Days,
Piero Umiliani,
Maurizio,
The Skatalites,
Royal Trux,
Ossler,
Toni Rubio,
Das Ding,
Delon & Dalcan,
Althea and Donna,
Amon Düül II,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Second Layer,
Qualms,
AZ,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
a-ha,
The Seeds,
The Busters,
A Certain Ratio,
Whodini,
Pierre Henry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tom Boy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Vogues,
John Foxx,
Fugazi,
H. Thieme,
The Sound,
Deadbeat,
Swell Maps,
The Invisible,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kayak,
The Gun Club,
Gabor Szabo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Iggy Pop,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.