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 Liechtenstein and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Delta 5 to the jazz 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Erasure,
Mark Hollis,
The Electric Prunes,
Monks,
Television Personalities,
Godley & Creme,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Victims,
E-Dancer,
Al Stewart,
Bobby Sherman,
Joyce Sims,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Gap Band,
Von Mondo,
Erykah Badu,
Fear,
Flash Fearless,
Kaleidoscope,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Piero Umiliani,
Thompson Twins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rakim,
Chrome,
Marvin Gaye,
The Selecter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Mummies,
Bad Manners,
Bill Wells,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Raincoats,
DJ Sneak,
Thee Headcoats,
The Martian,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fall,
Fela Kuti,
Freddie Wadling,
Glenn Branca,
Chris Corsano,
Gong,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Niagra,
Man Parrish,
Eric Dolphy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Techniques,
Anakelly,
Marmalade,
The Mojo Men,
La Düsseldorf,
the Association,
Maleditus Sound,
Marshall Jefferson,
B.T. Express,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Residents,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.