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 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Brothers Johnson,
DJ Sneak,
The Knickerbockers,
LL Cool J,
Can,
Echospace,
The Invisible,
Rosa Yemen,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rites of Spring,
Man Eating Sloth,
Organ,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ludus,
Pagans,
Tom Boy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Silicon Teens,
John Lydon,
Charles Mingus,
Vladislav Delay,
The Last Poets,
Aloha Tigers,
Robert Hood,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry Gold Smith,
OOIOO,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
H. Thieme,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lindisfarne,
Minnie Riperton,
Hardrive,
Jeff Mills,
Dennis Brown,
Los Fastidios,
Nas,
Mark Hollis,
Tres Demented,
The Velvet Underground,
Blake Baxter,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bluetip,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Slackers,
Television Personalities,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fall,
Gerry Rafferty,
Juan Atkins,
Jawbox,
The Mojo Men,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Barclay James Harvest,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.