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 Nigeria and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the crunk 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
The Motions,
Ossler,
Animal Collective,
Pussy Galore,
Nirvana,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bronski Beat,
Television,
Popol Vuh,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Happenings,
Eddi Front,
Faust,
JFA,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ten City,
The Blackbyrds,
The Leaves,
Mission of Burma,
Liliput,
Rosa Yemen,
Shuggie Otis,
Neil Young,
Excepter,
Bad Manners,
Motorama,
The Gories,
Harry Pussy,
Vainqueur,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Divine Comedy,
Barrington Levy,
Wolf Eyes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Skaos,
Aaron Thompson,
The Martian,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Aswad,
Skriet,
Eurythmics,
Archie Shepp,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fugazi,
Organ,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pole,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Reed,
Qualms,
The Pretty Things,
Kerri Chandler,
Minutemen,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scott Walker,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Boredoms,
Altered Images,
the Soft Cell,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.