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 Tajikistan and from Salvador.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Vainqueur to the disco 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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joe Finger,
Lyres,
Kerrie Biddell,
Shuggie Otis,
New York Dolls,
The Five Americans,
Smog,
Los Fastidios,
Public Enemy,
Banda Bassotti,
Dual Sessions,
Morten Harket,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Archie Shepp,
Royal Trux,
Rapeman,
Rakim,
Faust,
Suburban Knight,
Urselle,
Soft Cell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bootsy Collins,
Cheater Slicks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Amon Düül,
Girls At Our Best!,
Letta Mbulu,
The Blues Magoos,
Negative Approach,
K-Klass,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Liliput,
New Age Steppers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Sound,
UT,
The Remains,
ABBA,
Qualms,
Sex Pistols,
8 Eyed Spy,
Delta 5,
Brand Nubian,
Sarah Menescal,
Eden Ahbez,
The Standells,
The Mojo Men,
L. Decosne,
Harpers Bizarre,
Brothers Johnson,
Sällskapet,
Mark Hollis,
The Victims,
Black Bananas,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Robert Hood,
The Kinks,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.