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 Liechtenstein 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Shuggie Otis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dorothy Ashby,
Massinfluence,
Sam Rivers,
Spoonie Gee,
The Modern Lovers,
Arthur Verocai,
Michelle Simonal,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Busters,
Moss Icon,
Lou Christie,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kerri Chandler,
The Evens,
Urselle,
Stereo Dub,
Traffic Nightmare,
Duran Duran,
In Retrospect,
Bush Tetras,
Scientists,
The Monochrome Set,
Max Romeo,
The Searchers,
Pierre Henry,
Panda Bear,
Barry Ungar,
Stetsasonic,
Kenny Larkin,
Rosa Yemen,
Tommy Roe,
R.M.O.,
Icehouse,
Joe Finger,
Bluetip,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fall,
Flipper,
Minnie Riperton,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ken Boothe,
JFA,
Unwound,
The Zeros,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roxette,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Raincoats,
Camouflage,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cameo,
Albert Ayler,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ronnie Foster,
The Cramps,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.