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 Guyana and from Toronto.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Adolescents to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Barry Ungar,
Unrelated Segments,
Rufus Thomas,
Von Mondo,
Davy DMX,
The Gap Band,
Pole,
Niagra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dual Sessions,
Shuggie Otis,
David Axelrod,
Camouflage,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Y Pants,
Tomorrow,
Agent Orange,
Neil Young,
Mission of Burma,
David McCallum,
X-102,
The Fortunes,
Accadde A,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Saints,
Prince Buster,
Symarip,
Sparks,
Los Fastidios,
Interpol,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bronski Beat,
Steve Hackett,
Marvin Gaye,
Man Parrish,
Godley & Creme,
Bill Wells,
UT,
Letta Mbulu,
The Slits,
L. Decosne,
Bauhaus,
Roxy Music,
LL Cool J,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Deakin,
Jesper Dahlback,
Barbara Tucker,
Nils Olav,
Skriet,
Ohio Players,
The Cure,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pierre Henry,
cv313,
Marcia Griffiths,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.