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 Latvia and from Copenhagen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the disco 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tommy Roe,
R.M.O.,
Todd Rundgren,
Maurizio,
David Axelrod,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Doors,
Carl Craig,
Toni Rubio,
Sonic Youth,
Joy Division,
The Vogues,
Magma,
Mandrill,
Hoover,
Laurel Aitken,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Victims,
John Lydon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Swans,
Suburban Knight,
Amazonics,
Lindisfarne,
Arcadia,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Leonard Cohen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Underground Resistance,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Robert Hood,
Stetsasonic,
Amon Düül,
Lightning Bolt,
Y Pants,
Funkadelic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
June Days,
Jandek,
Juan Atkins,
Niagra,
The Human League,
Talk Talk,
Harry Pussy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crooked Eye,
Absolute Body Control,
The Wake,
Steve Hackett,
Faust,
DNA,
Clear Light,
The Blackbyrds,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.