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 Pakistan and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Zeros to the electroclash 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Duran Duran,
Rod Modell,
Amazonics,
Flipper,
Scion,
The Remains,
Fatback Band,
U.S. Maple,
Gastr Del Sol,
Deakin,
EPMD,
The Pop Group,
Parry Music,
Skaos,
Piero Umiliani,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Essential Logic,
Radio Birdman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Trumans Water,
Bobby Byrd,
Charles Mingus,
Fad Gadget,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ken Boothe,
Soulsonic Force,
The Selecter,
Heaven 17,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Sheep,
Goldenarms,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Black Dice,
James White and The Blacks,
Blossom Toes,
Organ,
Al Stewart,
Nas,
Average White Band,
Fat Boys,
Blake Baxter,
Juan Atkins,
Buzzcocks,
Fear,
Nick Fraelich,
Siglo XX,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nirvana,
John Holt,
Crispy Ambulance,
Desert Stars,
Cal Tjader,
The New Christs,
Bootsy Collins,
Kerri Chandler,
The Mighty Diamonds,
DJ Style,
The Count Five,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.