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 Honduras and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Henry Cow to the rock 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Scrapy,
Sun City Girls,
MC5,
John Holt,
Crash Course in Science,
The Associates,
Malaria!,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tommy Roe,
Mad Mike,
Ludus,
Maleditus Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Standells,
Clear Light,
Y Pants,
Harpers Bizarre,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
OOIOO,
Qualms,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bill Wells,
The Saints,
Fugazi,
The Motions,
Mantronix,
The Black Dice,
World's Most,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gabor Szabo,
Ken Boothe,
Lalo Schifrin,
Trumans Water,
Liliput,
Carl Craig,
Fatback Band,
Amon Düül,
Skriet,
Hardrive,
Lou Christie,
The Seeds,
The Dirtbombs,
The Music Machine,
The Sound,
Jeru the Damaja,
Au Pairs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lucky Dragons,
John Coltrane,
a-ha,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Normal,
Barrington Levy,
Section 25,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mo-Dettes,
The Moody Blues,
Dave Gahan,
The Doobie Brothers,
X-Ray Spex,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Leonard Cohen,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.