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 St Lucia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the snare 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 Goldenarms to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Sister Nancy,
Whodini,
Jeff Lynne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mission of Burma,
New York Dolls,
Mad Mike,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gastr Del Sol,
Y Pants,
Pylon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Supertramp,
Danielle Patucci,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sight & Sound,
Lungfish,
Albert Ayler,
Black Flag,
Magma,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang Starr,
Lower 48,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Faust,
Con Funk Shun,
Aural Exciters,
Hot Snakes,
Warren Ellis,
Rapeman,
Crispy Ambulance,
Icehouse,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Index,
New Age Steppers,
Tom Boy,
Yazoo,
Underground Resistance,
Idris Muhammad,
the Human League,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Zeros,
Quadrant,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Robert Hood,
Tommy Roe,
The New Christs,
Ornette Coleman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Association,
Throbbing Gristle,
Boredoms,
Deakin,
H. Thieme,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.