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 Germany and from Edmonton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 The Golliwogs to the techno 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Underground Resistance,
Khruangbin,
Nils Olav,
The Searchers,
Little Man,
Pussy Galore,
Bush Tetras,
Inner City,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marmalade,
Shuggie Otis,
Chrome,
Rufus Thomas,
Alphaville,
Gang Starr,
Lou Reed,
Marc Almond,
Dennis Brown,
Wolf Eyes,
Kool Moe Dee,
David Axelrod,
Spandau Ballet,
Swans,
Reagan Youth,
Gastr Del Sol,
New Order,
Grauzone,
Silicon Teens,
Harmonia,
Mandrill,
The Leaves,
Kurtis Blow,
Agitation Free,
Skarface,
K-Klass,
Soul Sonic Force,
Morten Harket,
Heaven 17,
Bobby Byrd,
Amazonics,
DJ Sneak,
The Beau Brummels,
Flash Fearless,
Yaz,
Grandmaster Flash,
Oblivians,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Connie Case,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sonic Youth,
Roger Hodgson,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Todd Rundgren,
Derrick May,
Don Cherry,
Ten City,
Ice-T,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.