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 Namibia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Slick Rick,
Deepchord,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Susan Cadogan,
Kenny Larkin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Newcleus,
Jeff Lynne,
Desert Stars,
Minor Threat,
Tom Boy,
Peter and Kerry,
Roxette,
The Pop Group,
Skaos,
The Fall,
The Slits,
Bill Wells,
June Days,
The Gories,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lebanon Hanover,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Simply Red,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Niagra,
Robert Hood,
Fatback Band,
the Soft Cell,
Panda Bear,
Motorama,
Eden Ahbez,
Drexciya,
Scratch Acid,
Warren Ellis,
The Beau Brummels,
Tommy Roe,
Isaac Hayes,
Todd Terry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The United States of America,
The Velvet Underground,
Fela Kuti,
Bill Near,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Lydon,
Blossom Toes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Man Parrish,
Index,
Can,
Quando Quango,
Brothers Johnson,
Suicide,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.