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 Denmark and from Lagos.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Flesh Eaters to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Grey Daturas,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang Starr,
Oneida,
The Happenings,
Joensuu 1685,
Moby Grape,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Young Rascals,
Ice-T,
OOIOO,
Dual Sessions,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Circle Jerks,
the Association,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Can,
Con Funk Shun,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scratch Acid,
Japan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Glenn Branca,
Crash Course in Science,
the Fania All-Stars,
Subhumans,
Roxette,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dorothy Ashby,
KRS-One,
Pagans,
The Human League,
Basic Channel,
Black Moon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Martian,
John Coltrane,
Bob Dylan,
Monolake,
The Trojans,
The Modern Lovers,
the Soft Cell,
The Vogues,
R.M.O.,
The Music Machine,
The Star Department,
ABC,
DJ Style,
Minutemen,
The Kinks,
The Cure,
The Knickerbockers,
Aloha Tigers,
Eric Copeland,
Camberwell Now,
Albert Ayler,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lee Hazlewood,
Boz Scaggs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.