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 Serbia 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 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 Mr. Review to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
The Gap Band,
Inner City,
Adolescents,
Audionom,
Groovy Waters,
Index,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rufus Thomas,
Drexciya,
The Mojo Men,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Anakelly,
Throbbing Gristle,
Schoolly D,
Harry Pussy,
Tres Demented,
Scientists,
Wolf Eyes,
Carl Craig,
Jeru the Damaja,
Circle Jerks,
Eric Copeland,
Lindisfarne,
Sight & Sound,
Goldenarms,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
B.T. Express,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scott Walker,
Boredoms,
Deakin,
China Crisis,
the Germs,
Patti Smith,
Y Pants,
Oneida,
The Seeds,
The Red Krayola,
Jimmy McGriff,
James White and The Blacks,
The Smoke,
Howard Jones,
Fugazi,
Trumans Water,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Josef K,
Severed Heads,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alton Ellis,
Jawbox,
Chris & Cosey,
Slick Rick,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Flipper,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang of Four,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.