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 Mozambique and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cecil Taylor to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Alphaville,
The Beau Brummels,
Delta 5,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Surgeon,
The Vogues,
Skaos,
Nik Kershaw,
Alice Coltrane,
Eden Ahbez,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Walker Brothers,
Saccharine Trust,
The Slits,
Freddie Wadling,
Stiv Bators,
Audionom,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rekid,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sun Ra,
Ultravox,
John Foxx,
Scratch Acid,
Faust,
Supertramp,
Nils Olav,
Franke,
Erykah Badu,
The Doors,
Gong,
Sandy B,
T.S.O.L.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Residents,
Heaven 17,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Smoke,
Juan Atkins,
Henry Cow,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crispian St. Peters,
Neu!,
The Golliwogs,
The Human League,
Eddi Front,
Livin' Joy,
Can,
Charles Mingus,
Duran Duran,
In Retrospect,
Johnny Clarke,
X-102,
Popol Vuh,
Sister Nancy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Flag,
Clear Light,
The Stooges,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.