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 Russia and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pantaleimon to the dance 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
The J.B.'s,
The Stooges,
K-Klass,
Moss Icon,
Joyce Sims,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Moebius,
Fat Boys,
The Wake,
China Crisis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Smoke,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cure,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Quadrant,
John Cale,
Aswad,
Yusef Lateef,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Index,
Unrelated Segments,
X-101,
Shuggie Otis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joey Negro,
The Dead C,
Donny Hathaway,
Buzzcocks,
Sparks,
Porter Ricks,
Sun City Girls,
Davy DMX,
Crooked Eye,
The Fire Engines,
The Red Krayola,
Zero Boys,
Magazine,
Deakin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobby Sherman,
Angry Samoans,
Q65,
The Beau Brummels,
Alison Limerick,
Rites of Spring,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mantronix,
Sexual Harrassment,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Judy Mowatt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Quantec,
Amon Düül II,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.