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 Nigeria and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
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 1978 at the first Visage 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 Jandek to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Ronan,
Intrusion,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Toasters,
Swans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cymande,
John Coltrane,
AZ,
The J.B.'s,
Shuggie Otis,
Thompson Twins,
Marvin Gaye,
Jeff Mills,
Flash Fearless,
Agitation Free,
Desert Stars,
Half Japanese,
Khruangbin,
Maurizio,
The Gories,
New Order,
The Detroit Cobras,
Iggy Pop,
The Wake,
Henry Cow,
Eurythmics,
Marshall Jefferson,
Derrick May,
The United States of America,
Eddi Front,
Ultravox,
Davy DMX,
The Techniques,
Mark Hollis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sex Pistols,
Eve St. Jones,
Slick Rick,
Wasted Youth,
Unwound,
K-Klass,
Stiv Bators,
The Grass Roots,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rapeman,
The Smoke,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Stooges,
Supertramp,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jandek,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Pus,
Drexciya,
Robert Görl,
Funkadelic,
Ultimate Spinach,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.