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 San Marino and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
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 1978 at the first Visage 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 Metal Thangz to the grunge 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Basic Channel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Star Department,
The Five Americans,
Stetsasonic,
The Gun Club,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Flag,
Bauhaus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dual Sessions,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Brick,
Accadde A,
The Pop Group,
Mark Hollis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Moleskins,
Peter and Kerry,
Lightning Bolt,
Roy Ayers,
PIL,
the Germs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soul Sonic Force,
Porter Ricks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eve St. Jones,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sun City Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Howard Jones,
Jesper Dahlback,
Vainqueur,
Unwound,
Fela Kuti,
Symarip,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mandrill,
Vladislav Delay,
Deakin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Franke,
The Evens,
Nas,
Matthew Halsall,
Anthony Braxton,
Eddi Front,
Tim Buckley,
Albert Ayler,
Minor Threat,
Kas Product,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pulsallama,
Clear Light,
Crime,
Harry Pussy,
Boredoms,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
New Age Steppers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.