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 Suriname and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Circle Jerks to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Ludus,
Chris Corsano,
Negative Approach,
the Swans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Erykah Badu,
The Invisible,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bauhaus,
Icehouse,
Susan Cadogan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Intrusion,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Pretty Things,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Max Romeo,
Black Moon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Franke,
Isaac Hayes,
Steve Hackett,
One Last Wish,
The Leaves,
Unrelated Segments,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kurtis Blow,
This Heat,
Guru Guru,
Severed Heads,
Laurel Aitken,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Freddie Wadling,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fat Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
Scan 7,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Con Funk Shun,
The Busters,
Quadrant,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Godley & Creme,
Toni Rubio,
Monolake,
Tears for Fears,
Ten City,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Blossom Toes,
Nick Fraelich,
ABBA,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nik Kershaw,
Pylon,
The Walker Brothers,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.