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 Ivory Coast and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the dance 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Michelle Simonal,
Swans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Von Mondo,
Dennis Brown,
Niagra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
F. McDonald,
DJ Sneak,
Malaria!,
The Knickerbockers,
D'Angelo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Connie Case,
Kayak,
The Fortunes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Boredoms,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joe Finger,
Delta 5,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Organ,
Depeche Mode,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Flipper,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sex Pistols,
Charles Mingus,
Bill Wells,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Robert Hood,
Lalann,
U.S. Maple,
Thompson Twins,
Unrelated Segments,
the Bar-Kays,
Cecil Taylor,
Model 500,
Jacques Brel,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gun Club,
The Toasters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ornette Coleman,
Brick,
Accadde A,
Parry Music,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fire Engines,
The Offenders,
Steve Hackett,
The Cramps,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.