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 Fiji and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wings,
Bush Tetras,
Jandek,
Public Image Ltd.,
New Order,
Heaven 17,
Visage,
The Grass Roots,
kango's stein massive,
Index,
La Düsseldorf,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soft Machine,
Lou Reed,
Bauhaus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aswad,
H. Thieme,
Audionom,
R.M.O.,
Bad Manners,
Davy DMX,
The Leaves,
the Association,
Stereo Dub,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ornette Coleman,
Arthur Verocai,
The Black Dice,
The Searchers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Laurel Aitken,
Popol Vuh,
Sugar Minott,
The Remains,
Hoover,
Duran Duran,
New Age Steppers,
Depeche Mode,
Funkadelic,
Neu!,
Dawn Penn,
Newcleus,
David McCallum,
Alice Coltrane,
Grey Daturas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
New York Dolls,
Black Pus,
The Cure,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Isaac Hayes,
FM Einheit,
The Sonics,
Hot Snakes,
JFA,
Ituana,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pole,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.