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 Seychelles and from Tokyo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dirtbombs to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Television,
Man Parrish,
JFA,
Steve Hackett,
OOIOO,
David McCallum,
Marine Girls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brand Nubian,
The Young Rascals,
The Smiths,
The Divine Comedy,
Mr. Review,
Althea and Donna,
Con Funk Shun,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gichy Dan,
Al Stewart,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rites of Spring,
Negative Approach,
Qualms,
Lou Christie,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fugs,
The Happenings,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roxy Music,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fall,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
This Heat,
Can,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eurythmics,
Monks,
Fela Kuti,
Trumans Water,
Silicon Teens,
Moss Icon,
The Black Dice,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Slackers,
Gong,
Amon Düül,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pagans,
The Raincoats,
Index,
the Sonics,
Jandek,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crispy Ambulance,
Arcadia,
Easy Going,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pere Ubu,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.