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 Switzerland and from Milan.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in 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 Porter Ricks to the disco 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Fugazi,
Marmalade,
Half Japanese,
The Barracudas,
Tim Buckley,
Eurythmics,
Danielle Patucci,
The Toasters,
Lyres,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Piero Umiliani,
Peter and Kerry,
Amon Düül II,
Hashim,
U.S. Maple,
Country Teasers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Heaven 17,
The Evens,
Sugar Minott,
Todd Terry,
The Cramps,
Iggy Pop,
The Names,
Roxy Music,
Radiopuhelimet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gabor Szabo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Monks,
Ituana,
Hardrive,
Deepchord,
Bauhaus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pere Ubu,
Crispy Ambulance,
Youth Brigade,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Maurizio,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Flag,
Mo-Dettes,
Terrestrial Tones,
A Certain Ratio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cal Tjader,
Aural Exciters,
Eddi Front,
Robert Görl,
James White and The Blacks,
Niagra,
Eric Dolphy,
CMW,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hot Snakes,
The J.B.'s,
The Selecter,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.