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 Argentina and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marmalade,
In Retrospect,
Pussy Galore,
The Blackbyrds,
The Walker Brothers,
Joey Negro,
Moebius,
The Index,
John Coltrane,
Television,
Thee Headcoats,
Minnie Riperton,
Dennis Brown,
Young Marble Giants,
Joensuu 1685,
Barclay James Harvest,
ABBA,
Pagans,
Gong,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Maleditus Sound,
The Knickerbockers,
Severed Heads,
The Wake,
Public Enemy,
Excepter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Toasters,
The Victims,
Vladislav Delay,
Y Pants,
The Durutti Column,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Moon,
Fad Gadget,
Buzzcocks,
B.T. Express,
Yazoo,
Josef K,
Danielle Patucci,
Symarip,
Aaron Thompson,
Aswad,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gang Starr,
The Blues Magoos,
Robert Hood,
Lower 48,
Ken Boothe,
a-ha,
The Fugs,
The Human League,
Graham Central Station,
The Residents,
Bang On A Can,
Marvin Gaye,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scion,
Rotary Connection,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.