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 Ivory Coast and from New York.
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 Manila and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator 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 the Sonics to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Sex Pistols,
The Buckinghams,
The Blackbyrds,
Kerrie Biddell,
Qualms,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Funky Four + One,
Kerri Chandler,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Suburban Knight,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Real Kids,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ronan,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Bar-Kays,
Lakeside,
John Holt,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lyres,
Sonic Youth,
Masters at Work,
The Toasters,
Chris Corsano,
Khruangbin,
Cluster,
Dennis Brown,
The Misunderstood,
Bauhaus,
B.T. Express,
Morten Harket,
Wolf Eyes,
Kas Product,
Bobby Womack,
Gang Green,
Eden Ahbez,
The United States of America,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aaron Thompson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Maleditus Sound,
Y Pants,
Bobby Sherman,
Scott Walker,
The Index,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Avey Tare,
Kaleidoscope,
Eurythmics,
David McCallum,
Black Bananas,
Anakelly,
The Velvet Underground,
K-Klass,
Fad Gadget,
Buzzcocks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.