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 Papua New Guinea 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Janne Schatter to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Mandrill,
ABC,
Michelle Simonal,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
LL Cool J,
Al Stewart,
Rotary Connection,
Average White Band,
the Sonics,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Womack,
Index,
Lucky Dragons,
Carl Craig,
Heaven 17,
Aloha Tigers,
Parry Music,
Inner City,
Trumans Water,
Tomorrow,
Ludus,
The Smoke,
The Fugs,
These Immortal Souls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mission of Burma,
Shuggie Otis,
Magma,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
One Last Wish,
Idris Muhammad,
The Dead C,
Can,
Aaron Thompson,
The Buckinghams,
Youth Brigade,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pagans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Subhumans,
Tom Boy,
UT,
Absolute Body Control,
Monolake,
Aswad,
Scientists,
The Evens,
Fat Boys,
Black Flag,
Chris & Cosey,
Anthony Braxton,
Wally Richardson,
Sight & Sound,
The Happenings,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gabor Szabo,
Goldenarms,
The Motions,
Banda Bassotti,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.