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 Libya and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
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 Standells to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ponytail,
Absolute Body Control,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Gun Club,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Sonics,
The Fuzztones,
Brand Nubian,
Flamin' Groovies,
Minutemen,
Arthur Verocai,
Intrusion,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Blossom Toes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bad Manners,
Unrelated Segments,
Pylon,
Electric Prunes,
Suburban Knight,
Interpol,
Theoretical Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Faraquet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Flag,
Groovy Waters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sound Behaviour,
Reuben Wilson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pagans,
Oneida,
Chrome,
Camberwell Now,
The Index,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Coltrane,
The Music Machine,
Fugazi,
Nico,
Anakelly,
Marvin Gaye,
Trumans Water,
David McCallum,
Fatback Band,
Lakeside,
Ultravox,
Subhumans,
Monks,
Audionom,
Amon Düül,
Steve Hackett,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Yellowson,
New Order,
Pole,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.