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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 OOIOO to the grime 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
The Divine Comedy,
Robert Hood,
Roy Ayers,
The Young Rascals,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Zapp,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Germs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rod Modell,
Q65,
Panda Bear,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Association,
R.M.O.,
Boredoms,
Dave Gahan,
Chrome,
Sound Behaviour,
The Electric Prunes,
Motorama,
The Victims,
Lalann,
Groovy Waters,
The Neon Judgement,
Soulsonic Force,
Scott Walker,
Dennis Brown,
Quando Quango,
Tears for Fears,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bluetip,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Mojo Men,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Minutemen,
The Seeds,
Bob Dylan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Womack,
Erasure,
Bad Manners,
Ossler,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Swans,
Howard Jones,
Black Flag,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Flash Fearless,
Massinfluence,
Dual Sessions,
Yazoo,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.