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 Ghana and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 The Gories to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
D'Angelo,
Lightning Bolt,
Neu!,
Yusef Lateef,
The Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
Todd Rundgren,
Panda Bear,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hardrive,
Godley & Creme,
Stereo Dub,
Stiv Bators,
Suicide,
Dead Boys,
Bootsy Collins,
The Grass Roots,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bad Manners,
Donald Byrd,
Q and Not U,
Cymande,
The Beau Brummels,
Jerry's Kids,
Infiniti,
The Stooges,
Minny Pops,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Birthday Party,
Dorothy Ashby,
Toni Rubio,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
David Bowie,
Magazine,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cure,
Con Funk Shun,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hoover,
Reagan Youth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Archie Shepp,
Blancmange,
Black Bananas,
The Smiths,
Young Marble Giants,
Alton Ellis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marvin Gaye,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Victims,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Misunderstood,
Kerri Chandler,
KRS-One,
The Kinks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Janne Schatter,
Steve Hackett,
Pylon,
Eli Mardock,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.