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 Sweden and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Velvet Underground to the grime 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Drexciya,
The Beau Brummels,
Freddie Wadling,
Boz Scaggs,
Eurythmics,
Scan 7,
Angry Samoans,
Tim Buckley,
The Fire Engines,
Shoche,
Aural Exciters,
Bush Tetras,
Rekid,
Bobby Byrd,
Bauhaus,
Maleditus Sound,
Zero Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Residents,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Au Pairs,
The Star Department,
Second Layer,
Harmonia,
Bill Wells,
Deakin,
Kerri Chandler,
Rotary Connection,
Pagans,
Mars,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Wake,
The Sound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tears for Fears,
Harry Pussy,
The Dave Clark Five,
AZ,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Carl Craig,
FM Einheit,
Oneida,
Inner City,
Letta Mbulu,
Archie Shepp,
Black Flag,
Marcia Griffiths,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grey Daturas,
Groovy Waters,
The Move,
The Skatalites,
Adolescents,
Index,
Moss Icon,
Fat Boys,
The Golliwogs,
John Holt,
Aaron Thompson,
Cymande,
Sex Pistols,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.