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 Jordan and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin 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 Boogie Down Productions to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
The Electric Prunes,
Barrington Levy,
Nico,
Maurizio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The American Breed,
The Doors,
Carl Craig,
The Blackbyrds,
Freddie Wadling,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eden Ahbez,
The Young Rascals,
Saccharine Trust,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Average White Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Skriet,
Jandek,
Chrome,
Alice Coltrane,
Stereo Dub,
The Count Five,
Black Sheep,
The Slits,
Gang Starr,
Juan Atkins,
Gregory Isaacs,
OOIOO,
Danielle Patucci,
Swans,
Shoche,
MC5,
The Modern Lovers,
Country Teasers,
Scientists,
Bang On A Can,
Derrick May,
Black Flag,
Niagra,
Babytalk,
Tubeway Army,
The Seeds,
Thompson Twins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Royal Trux,
The Black Dice,
The Birthday Party,
Absolute Body Control,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jacques Brel,
Joensuu 1685,
Brass Construction,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sound Behaviour,
Rapeman,
Boz Scaggs,
Moebius,
Alison Limerick,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.