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 Lesotho and from Mumbai.
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 Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum 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 Kenny Larkin to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Johnny Osbourne,
Minny Pops,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lightning Bolt,
The Kinks,
Sister Nancy,
Technova,
Suburban Knight,
The Martian,
Eden Ahbez,
The Remains,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Archie Shepp,
The Modern Lovers,
The Smiths,
Marine Girls,
The Associates,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Christie,
Guru Guru,
The Gories,
The Doors,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Can,
X-Ray Spex,
Thompson Twins,
Traffic Nightmare,
Funkadelic,
Cheater Slicks,
Severed Heads,
Bill Wells,
Robert Görl,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roxette,
Essential Logic,
Don Cherry,
The Velvet Underground,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Erasure,
The Fall,
Althea and Donna,
PIL,
Robert Wyatt,
the Soft Cell,
Popol Vuh,
Alice Coltrane,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soulsonic Force,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eric B and Rakim,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cal Tjader,
Jeff Lynne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
DJ Style,
Grauzone,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Move,
Clear Light,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.