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 Libya and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
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 Cabaret Voltaire to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators 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?
The Dirtbombs,
The Trojans,
The Neon Judgement,
Barbara Tucker,
X-101,
Wings,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Monks,
the Normal,
Japan,
Graham Central Station,
John Holt,
David Axelrod,
The Last Poets,
Reuben Wilson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dead Boys,
The Slackers,
Essential Logic,
Severed Heads,
Thompson Twins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Anthony Braxton,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
This Heat,
The Sonics,
Colin Newman,
Con Funk Shun,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rufus Thomas,
Organ,
The Motions,
Mandrill,
Ash Ra Tempel,
New Age Steppers,
Minnie Riperton,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Moon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Magma,
the Swans,
Alice Coltrane,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Stooges,
Zapp,
Oblivians,
Derrick Morgan,
Television,
Minutemen,
Heaven 17,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Misunderstood,
Groovy Waters,
Faust,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Michelle Simonal,
Mo-Dettes,
Subhumans,
Buzzcocks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Don Cherry,
Avey Tare,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.