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 Samoa and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba 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 Nico to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
The Barracudas,
Icehouse,
Skarface,
The Sonics,
Todd Terry,
Graham Central Station,
Godley & Creme,
Erykah Badu,
K-Klass,
The Gun Club,
The Zeros,
Yazoo,
Interpol,
Donald Byrd,
Jandek,
T.S.O.L.,
the Swans,
Trumans Water,
Joy Division,
Albert Ayler,
Sister Nancy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Warsaw,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kenny Larkin,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Count Five,
Derrick May,
Youth Brigade,
Mo-Dettes,
Vainqueur,
Dead Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
Mission of Burma,
Johnny Clarke,
Talk Talk,
Sam Rivers,
Deadbeat,
Eli Mardock,
Organ,
Bronski Beat,
Idris Muhammad,
Ornette Coleman,
Marc Almond,
The Busters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tim Buckley,
DNA,
the Bar-Kays,
The Saints,
Liliput,
Camouflage,
Scientists,
The Angels of Light,
The Golliwogs,
Niagra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Laurel Aitken,
Das Ding,
Ultra Naté,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minor Threat,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.