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 Tonga and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb 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 Groovy Waters to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Mad Mike,
Matthew Halsall,
Angry Samoans,
Model 500,
The Skatalites,
Maurizio,
Barry Ungar,
a-ha,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Unrelated Segments,
CMW,
the Normal,
Ken Boothe,
The Selecter,
John Coltrane,
Jandek,
Roger Hodgson,
Colin Newman,
Derrick Morgan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Mummies,
Excepter,
Motorama,
Gang Green,
Amon Düül II,
Main Source,
David Bowie,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Radiohead,
Jeff Lynne,
Cybotron,
The Pop Group,
Derrick May,
Altered Images,
John Lydon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Malaria!,
Crooked Eye,
ABBA,
Tom Boy,
Henry Cow,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Boz Scaggs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Arab on Radar,
The Vogues,
Nik Kershaw,
Masters at Work,
Letta Mbulu,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pere Ubu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Severed Heads,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.