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 Sri Lanka 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet 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 John Foxx to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Black Pus,
Angry Samoans,
John Foxx,
Spoonie Gee,
Soft Machine,
cv313,
Terry Callier,
Yaz,
Rekid,
Moby Grape,
The Black Dice,
Unwound,
DNA,
The Martian,
LL Cool J,
Nik Kershaw,
Fad Gadget,
The Gladiators,
Black Flag,
Nas,
Sight & Sound,
K-Klass,
Big Daddy Kane,
Easy Going,
Das Ding,
UT,
David Bowie,
Deadbeat,
Grey Daturas,
Au Pairs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang Green,
U.S. Maple,
Don Cherry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Absolute Body Control,
Electric Light Orchestra,
H. Thieme,
The Names,
The Associates,
Marvin Gaye,
The Buckinghams,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Offenders,
The Durutti Column,
Eli Mardock,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Traffic Nightmare,
Magma,
The Sound,
Jandek,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Underground Resistance,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.