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 Saudi Arabia 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Nation of Ulysses to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Porter Ricks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Faraquet,
Josef K,
Roxy Music,
La Düsseldorf,
Rosa Yemen,
the Swans,
Minny Pops,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nirvana,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Metal Thangz,
Zero Boys,
Section 25,
Amazonics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jesper Dahlback,
Davy DMX,
The Victims,
Buzzcocks,
Tropical Tobacco,
This Heat,
Soul II Soul,
The Fuzztones,
Kayak,
Ohio Players,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Grass Roots,
Loose Ends,
the Bar-Kays,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
New Order,
Niagra,
Ten City,
The Smoke,
Severed Heads,
the Association,
Donny Hathaway,
Eric Dolphy,
The Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mission of Burma,
Ronnie Foster,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fugazi,
Joensuu 1685,
The Offenders,
Mo-Dettes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
James White and The Blacks,
Radio Birdman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Kinks,
Kas Product,
Pylon,
Max Romeo,
Banda Bassotti,
Neu!,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.