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 Kuwait and from Spokane.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 the Bar-Kays to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tropical Tobacco,
Public Image Ltd.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Throbbing Gristle,
UT,
New York Dolls,
Heaven 17,
The Fugs,
The Zeros,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Radiohead,
Joyce Sims,
Sonny Sharrock,
Section 25,
The Residents,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tomorrow,
Black Flag,
Gong,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barry Ungar,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ronan,
Mad Mike,
Roxette,
Bob Dylan,
Desert Stars,
H. Thieme,
Harpers Bizarre,
Danielle Patucci,
The Cramps,
Brand Nubian,
Ponytail,
The Victims,
Moebius,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Bananas,
Jeff Lynne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fugazi,
Sun Ra,
The Names,
Banda Bassotti,
Charles Mingus,
Shoche,
CMW,
Rapeman,
Yazoo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Flash Fearless,
Moss Icon,
Skaos,
Hasil Adkins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Drive Like Jehu,
B.T. Express,
Grandmaster Flash,
Circle Jerks,
Anthony Braxton,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.