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 Brazil and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Metal Thangz to the disco 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Section 25,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Harry Pussy,
James White and The Blacks,
Tomorrow,
John Cale,
The Doors,
Funky Four + One,
These Immortal Souls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Intrusion,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Can,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stetsasonic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Donny Hathaway,
China Crisis,
OOIOO,
T. Rex,
Todd Terry,
Neu!,
Mission of Burma,
Radiopuhelimet,
Maleditus Sound,
Whodini,
Black Sheep,
Black Moon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Banda Bassotti,
Minutemen,
Eurythmics,
The Angels of Light,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gichy Dan,
Matthew Bourne,
the Fania All-Stars,
Steve Hackett,
Warsaw,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Duran Duran,
Arthur Verocai,
Alton Ellis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roger Hodgson,
Matthew Halsall,
Joey Negro,
ABC,
Oblivians,
Supertramp,
The Mummies,
Cybotron,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Zero Boys,
The Seeds,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nick Fraelich,
Metal Thangz,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.