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 Andorra and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Vogues to the dance 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Michelle Simonal,
Outsiders,
Glambeats Corp.,
The American Breed,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hot Snakes,
The Velvet Underground,
DNA,
Jawbox,
Pere Ubu,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Sherman,
The United States of America,
Hoover,
Beasts of Bourbon,
China Crisis,
MDC,
Liliput,
Roger Hodgson,
Kaleidoscope,
Main Source,
Fela Kuti,
The Happenings,
The Sonics,
Depeche Mode,
Cal Tjader,
Quadrant,
FM Einheit,
Lucky Dragons,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Arthur Verocai,
Bad Manners,
Marvin Gaye,
Reagan Youth,
Television Personalities,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Holt,
Mo-Dettes,
Half Japanese,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
R.M.O.,
Loose Ends,
Ultra Naté,
Au Pairs,
Letta Mbulu,
Flash Fearless,
Massinfluence,
The Mojo Men,
Blake Baxter,
Los Fastidios,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
10cc,
MC5,
Pantaleimon,
the Swans,
Animal Collective,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.