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 Iceland and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron 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 Joe Finger to the dance 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Albert Ayler,
Cybotron,
The Pop Group,
The J.B.'s,
Wire,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bill Near,
Babytalk,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ash Ra Tempel,
U.S. Maple,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tomorrow,
The Cowsills,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Oblivians,
The Zeros,
Mad Mike,
Blancmange,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jerry's Kids,
Deadbeat,
Shuggie Otis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Flag,
Avey Tare,
Model 500,
Rakim,
Tim Buckley,
Spandau Ballet,
Michelle Simonal,
Kaleidoscope,
Angry Samoans,
The Dirtbombs,
Nirvana,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Warren Ellis,
Second Layer,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
World's Most,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rekid,
Roy Ayers,
Brothers Johnson,
Hot Snakes,
Jandek,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Young Rascals,
Soft Cell,
Andrew Hill,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Severed Heads,
Kerri Chandler,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.