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 Seychelles and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Leaves,
The Offenders,
Dennis Brown,
Vladislav Delay,
D'Angelo,
Whodini,
The Martian,
The Motions,
Smog,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Alarm Clocks,
Can,
Jeff Lynne,
Theoretical Girls,
Chris & Cosey,
Boredoms,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jeff Mills,
Index,
Khruangbin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gregory Isaacs,
Faust,
Barbara Tucker,
The Music Machine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Godley & Creme,
Television Personalities,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Avey Tare,
The Red Krayola,
The Birthday Party,
These Immortal Souls,
The Slackers,
Bill Wells,
The Monochrome Set,
Pylon,
Arcadia,
Joy Division,
Robert Hood,
Aswad,
U.S. Maple,
The Fire Engines,
the Human League,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Sonics,
Ronnie Foster,
Amon Düül II,
Nirvana,
Jandek,
10cc,
Franke,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Von Mondo,
Procol Harum,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.