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 Ecuador and from Lyon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Detroit Cobras to the rock 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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Warren Ellis,
Anthony Braxton,
The Toasters,
Agitation Free,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Excepter,
Janne Schatter,
Vladislav Delay,
Tom Boy,
Pole,
Matthew Bourne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Q65,
Harry Pussy,
Marmalade,
Barry Ungar,
Sällskapet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Josef K,
Organ,
Fad Gadget,
Moss Icon,
Arab on Radar,
Ten City,
Throbbing Gristle,
Iggy Pop,
Gang of Four,
Maleditus Sound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
R.M.O.,
Grey Daturas,
Severed Heads,
Yellowson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Neil Young,
The Tremeloes,
The Doors,
Rod Modell,
Alton Ellis,
Derrick May,
Barbara Tucker,
Average White Band,
L. Decosne,
Nation of Ulysses,
Theoretical Girls,
Kurtis Blow,
Drive Like Jehu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Surgeon,
The Stooges,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fugazi,
David McCallum,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
PIL,
The Evens,
Jimmy McGriff,
Unwound,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.