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 Morocco and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 John Coltrane to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Stereo Dub,
Little Man,
the Bar-Kays,
Camouflage,
Letta Mbulu,
Desert Stars,
The Knickerbockers,
Crash Course in Science,
Arthur Verocai,
Robert Hood,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Oblivians,
The Birthday Party,
The Smiths,
Bobby Womack,
UT,
Wally Richardson,
The Seeds,
FM Einheit,
T. Rex,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Schoolly D,
Man Eating Sloth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rotary Connection,
The United States of America,
The Beau Brummels,
Duran Duran,
Minny Pops,
Parry Music,
New Order,
Basic Channel,
The Buckinghams,
Scratch Acid,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fat Boys,
Magazine,
The Five Americans,
Albert Ayler,
Peter & Gordon,
Sparks,
Minnie Riperton,
kango's stein massive,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Vainqueur,
Jandek,
Boogie Down Productions,
Q65,
Alison Limerick,
Pylon,
Adolescents,
Lalann,
Quadrant,
Khruangbin,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Association,
Barry Ungar,
Mary Jane Girls,
Oneida,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Erykah Badu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.