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 El Salvador and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fat Boys to the punk 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Second Layer,
the Association,
Suburban Knight,
Robert Wyatt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sun Ra,
X-Ray Spex,
Pantytec,
Robert Hood,
Gabor Szabo,
Howard Jones,
Derrick Morgan,
Nirvana,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Essential Logic,
Sandy B,
Tim Buckley,
Nick Fraelich,
Darondo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pussy Galore,
Sound Behaviour,
Faraquet,
The Slits,
H. Thieme,
Rufus Thomas,
Brand Nubian,
Lakeside,
Buzzcocks,
Faust,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Au Pairs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rod Modell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Drexciya,
Mandrill,
Simply Red,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Royal Trux,
Todd Terry,
Toni Rubio,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sällskapet,
Country Teasers,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Barracudas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Vladislav Delay,
AZ,
The Pretty Things,
Bang On A Can,
Kas Product,
Oneida,
Quando Quango,
Soft Cell,
Rotary Connection,
the Slits,
The Gories,
Von Mondo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.