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 Kenya and from Seoul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nick Fraelich 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Johnny Osbourne,
Niagra,
Brothers Johnson,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Dead C,
Dennis Brown,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ponytail,
Banda Bassotti,
Soulsonic Force,
Warren Ellis,
H. Thieme,
Drexciya,
The Red Krayola,
The Human League,
ABC,
Warsaw,
Nick Fraelich,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Clear Light,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Mummies,
JFA,
Pantaleimon,
Underground Resistance,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Technova,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Sound,
Avey Tare,
Darondo,
Connie Case,
Second Layer,
Tropical Tobacco,
Toni Rubio,
John Coltrane,
Nils Olav,
The Grass Roots,
Supertramp,
Bob Dylan,
The Blackbyrds,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jerry's Kids,
Lalann,
Minny Pops,
The Victims,
The Blues Magoos,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Y Pants,
The Mojo Men,
Bad Manners,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cecil Taylor,
John Foxx,
Ten City,
Make Up,
The Black Dice,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Liliput,
Anakelly,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.