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 Montenegro and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Deakin to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Chris Corsano,
Robert Wyatt,
Isaac Hayes,
Zapp,
Ultra Naté,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Public Enemy,
Yazoo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Victims,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soul II Soul,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scrapy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jawbox,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Doors,
Adolescents,
The Birthday Party,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tears for Fears,
John Foxx,
The Martian,
Half Japanese,
The Remains,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Yellowson,
Reuben Wilson,
Depeche Mode,
Lakeside,
Sparks,
The Trojans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pantytec,
Rod Modell,
The Dead C,
Saccharine Trust,
Gang Starr,
Reagan Youth,
Das Ding,
H. Thieme,
Neu!,
Amon Düül,
Inner City,
Swans,
Cal Tjader,
Boz Scaggs,
Avey Tare,
The Gap Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Mr. Review,
Accadde A,
Josef K,
Nils Olav,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.