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 Ivory Coast and from London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Kool Moe Dee to the techno 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Skatalites,
Althea and Donna,
Swell Maps,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Zapp,
Jerry's Kids,
Goldenarms,
Sex Pistols,
The Evens,
Johnny Clarke,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Dave Clark Five,
Thee Headcoats,
Barbara Tucker,
Desert Stars,
Quando Quango,
The Slackers,
Infiniti,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Vainqueur,
Derrick May,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Leaves,
Pylon,
Minutemen,
Technova,
Throbbing Gristle,
Albert Ayler,
Flash Fearless,
The Motions,
The Neon Judgement,
Lower 48,
Joe Smooth,
Circle Jerks,
Minor Threat,
Eric Dolphy,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Byrd,
Dark Day,
The American Breed,
Camouflage,
Von Mondo,
The Blues Magoos,
Minnie Riperton,
The Trojans,
Tommy Roe,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Radiohead,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crash Course in Science,
Crime,
Y Pants,
Eli Mardock,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Bananas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ossler,
Second Layer,
Adolescents,
Sound Behaviour,
Kas Product,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.