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 Mauritania and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Silicon Teens to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Freddie Wadling,
Monolake,
Sound Behaviour,
Glambeats Corp.,
Man Eating Sloth,
Minor Threat,
Nation of Ulysses,
A Certain Ratio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
KRS-One,
Inner City,
The Dirtbombs,
Wings,
DJ Sneak,
Parry Music,
Subhumans,
The Real Kids,
Robert Görl,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Durutti Column,
The Buckinghams,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sun City Girls,
The Grass Roots,
Negative Approach,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobby Sherman,
Derrick Morgan,
The Mojo Men,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joe Smooth,
Deakin,
Rod Modell,
Skaos,
Judy Mowatt,
Avey Tare,
The Doors,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
D'Angelo,
Dead Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Zeros,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Angels of Light,
Das Ding,
Circle Jerks,
Saccharine Trust,
Albert Ayler,
The Residents,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yellowson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Moody Blues,
Kaleidoscope,
The Modern Lovers,
Anakelly,
B.T. Express,
Oblivians,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.