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 Sierra Leone and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Eve St. Jones to the jazz 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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
The Durutti Column,
Pere Ubu,
John Holt,
kango's stein massive,
Excepter,
PIL,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Maurizio,
The Divine Comedy,
Von Mondo,
The Monochrome Set,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Basic Channel,
Skaos,
Technova,
Dave Gahan,
World's Most,
The Toasters,
Tommy Roe,
One Last Wish,
Letta Mbulu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Quando Quango,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
AZ,
DNA,
Motorama,
Amon Düül,
Eric Dolphy,
Dennis Brown,
China Crisis,
Deadbeat,
X-102,
Boredoms,
Erykah Badu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Amon Düül II,
Agitation Free,
Second Layer,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gichy Dan,
The Monks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pylon,
Monolake,
Yazoo,
Bootsy Collins,
Thee Headcoats,
Animal Collective,
Cheater Slicks,
Fad Gadget,
Visage,
David Axelrod,
Hot Snakes,
Adolescents,
Todd Terry,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.