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 Zimbabwe and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Urselle to the rock 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Arab on Radar,
Gang of Four,
Echospace,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sam Rivers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fuzztones,
The Smiths,
Joe Smooth,
The American Breed,
Fear,
Alton Ellis,
Mandrill,
Das Ding,
Deadbeat,
the Swans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Prince Buster,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Blake Baxter,
Bootsy Collins,
Graham Central Station,
The Sonics,
Popol Vuh,
Unrelated Segments,
Can,
Japan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Maleditus Sound,
Electric Prunes,
Minutemen,
Boredoms,
Kool Moe Dee,
Heaven 17,
Wire,
PIL,
David Bowie,
Flipper,
The Busters,
Bill Wells,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kerri Chandler,
Severed Heads,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Procol Harum,
Shuggie Otis,
Dave Gahan,
Panda Bear,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
James White and The Blacks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Albert Ayler,
Camouflage,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Stiv Bators,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Modern Lovers,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.