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 Botswana and from Delhi.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare 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 Dead Boys to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
The Walker Brothers,
The Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
FM Einheit,
Index,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Siglo XX,
JFA,
Radiohead,
Eyeless In Gaza,
June Days,
Mission of Burma,
Yazoo,
Cluster,
Scrapy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pharoah Sanders,
Donny Hathaway,
Motorama,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Das Ding,
ABBA,
The Mummies,
Lindisfarne,
Qualms,
The Birthday Party,
Clear Light,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Average White Band,
The Fortunes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Zapp,
Carl Craig,
Sam Rivers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dual Sessions,
Nas,
Crime,
Altered Images,
Eurythmics,
Derrick May,
Porter Ricks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gichy Dan,
Joe Finger,
Liliput,
Q and Not U,
Tommy Roe,
Franke,
Harpers Bizarre,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.