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 United Kingdom and from Tokyo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Public Enemy to the disco 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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 Pretty Things,
Marvin Gaye,
Godley & Creme,
Lee Hazlewood,
Icehouse,
Robert Wyatt,
Althea and Donna,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Skriet,
Brand Nubian,
Guru Guru,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Sonics,
JFA,
Agent Orange,
Sandy B,
Trumans Water,
The Count Five,
Animal Collective,
The Smiths,
Sparks,
Bush Tetras,
The J.B.'s,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Youth Brigade,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dennis Brown,
Cheater Slicks,
Avey Tare,
Steve Hackett,
Skaos,
Faraquet,
Amon Düül,
The Invisible,
The Shadows of Knight,
Johnny Clarke,
China Crisis,
Scion,
Essential Logic,
Cybotron,
T.S.O.L.,
Chris Corsano,
Warsaw,
Jawbox,
Eurythmics,
The Seeds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mr. Review,
Rod Modell,
The Walker Brothers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pole,
Gang Gang Dance,
Michelle Simonal,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bang On A Can,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Evens,
Moss Icon,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.