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 Lithuania and from Hong Kong.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Kerrie Biddell to the disco 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Letta Mbulu,
Television Personalities,
Blake Baxter,
Todd Terry,
Black Moon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wire,
Dave Gahan,
Pole,
Neu!,
Black Flag,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gories,
Mad Mike,
The Black Dice,
Motorama,
Banda Bassotti,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ossler,
The Searchers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Womack,
Bad Manners,
Shoche,
X-Ray Spex,
Simply Red,
Gichy Dan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Drive Like Jehu,
Quantec,
Scott Walker,
Guru Guru,
Wally Richardson,
Eddi Front,
New Age Steppers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Swans,
Bush Tetras,
Camberwell Now,
The Barracudas,
Alison Limerick,
Tres Demented,
The Blackbyrds,
Severed Heads,
The Sonics,
Gang of Four,
Stereo Dub,
The Misunderstood,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stockholm Monsters,
A Certain Ratio,
The Walker Brothers,
Au Pairs,
Swans,
Amon Düül II,
Carl Craig,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.