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 Sierra Leone and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 LL Cool J to the rock 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Maurizio,
Siglo XX,
Arthur Verocai,
Smog,
Buzzcocks,
the Sonics,
Jacques Brel,
Ice-T,
UT,
Arab on Radar,
Black Sheep,
Avey Tare,
Visage,
The Count Five,
John Coltrane,
The Residents,
Subhumans,
Bang On A Can,
the Swans,
Lungfish,
Suburban Knight,
Quadrant,
The Zeros,
Fluxion,
Dual Sessions,
World's Most,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Reed,
Jawbox,
Deadbeat,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Foxx,
Steve Hackett,
The Five Americans,
John Lydon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hasil Adkins,
Basic Channel,
48th St. Collective,
Nirvana,
Sandy B,
Duran Duran,
Pere Ubu,
Marc Almond,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Todd Rundgren,
Crash Course in Science,
Fatback Band,
Radiohead,
Animal Collective,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Evens,
Sonic Youth,
Newcleus,
Janne Schatter,
Unrelated Segments,
Matthew Halsall,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.