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 Togo and from New York.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb 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 Pharoah Sanders to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kas Product,
Nils Olav,
Gang of Four,
The Invisible,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fugs,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Toasters,
Swell Maps,
Sight & Sound,
Danielle Patucci,
Pantytec,
Tres Demented,
Black Bananas,
Von Mondo,
Echospace,
Oblivians,
Masters at Work,
Yaz,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hot Snakes,
Harry Pussy,
Y Pants,
Barbara Tucker,
Dawn Penn,
Cameo,
10cc,
a-ha,
The Durutti Column,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Interpol,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Residents,
Boz Scaggs,
The Busters,
JFA,
Slave,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wally Richardson,
The Red Krayola,
Saccharine Trust,
Charles Mingus,
Japan,
Subhumans,
Janne Schatter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Matthew Bourne,
Junior Murvin,
Urselle,
June of 44,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Monks,
the Human League,
Jawbox,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Neon Judgement,
The Beau Brummels,
Faust,
Man Parrish,
Desert Stars,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.