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 Mauritania and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 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 Dawn Penn to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Shuggie Otis,
James White and The Blacks,
Erykah Badu,
The Fugs,
Audionom,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pantaleimon,
UT,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rhythm & Sound,
Yazoo,
Sister Nancy,
The Young Rascals,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Theoretical Girls,
Sällskapet,
The Neon Judgement,
Sugar Minott,
Nico,
Nik Kershaw,
Tim Buckley,
The Victims,
The Flesh Eaters,
New Age Steppers,
DJ Style,
The Angels of Light,
Girls At Our Best!,
Todd Rundgren,
Jawbox,
Charles Mingus,
Das Ding,
Brick,
Pantytec,
Crash Course in Science,
Connie Case,
The Index,
Deepchord,
The Dead C,
The Offenders,
The United States of America,
Bronski Beat,
Rosa Yemen,
China Crisis,
Sound Behaviour,
Rufus Thomas,
Skriet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Heaven 17,
Bluetip,
Lou Reed,
Gregory Isaacs,
Susan Cadogan,
Matthew Halsall,
Thee Headcoats,
Roxette,
John Holt,
Aloha Tigers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Max Romeo,
Qualms,
Motorama,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.