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 Tonga and from Lyon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Smiths to the punk 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Fatback Band,
Dead Boys,
Desert Stars,
Ohio Players,
The Smoke,
Talk Talk,
Donny Hathaway,
Big Daddy Kane,
Panda Bear,
Crash Course in Science,
Flipper,
Supertramp,
Ultravox,
John Cale,
the Bar-Kays,
The Music Machine,
Swell Maps,
The Birthday Party,
The Modern Lovers,
The Dirtbombs,
Nick Fraelich,
The Buckinghams,
Arthur Verocai,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Mummies,
Monolake,
Mary Jane Girls,
Accadde A,
Scan 7,
DJ Style,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hasil Adkins,
Make Up,
Michelle Simonal,
The Velvet Underground,
Scratch Acid,
The Mighty Diamonds,
48th St. Collective,
Avey Tare,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crime,
Fluxion,
Inner City,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang of Four,
the Sonics,
Trumans Water,
Peter and Kerry,
Deakin,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bootsy Collins,
Warsaw,
Alison Limerick,
Monks,
Danielle Patucci,
F. McDonald,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gang Starr,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.