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 Cuba and from Delhi.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Average White Band,
The Trojans,
Talk Talk,
Nirvana,
Colin Newman,
Gang Starr,
Metal Thangz,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Animal Collective,
Curtis Mayfield,
Alice Coltrane,
Kerri Chandler,
Pet Shop Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
Surgeon,
Marvin Gaye,
Steve Hackett,
Bob Dylan,
The Cramps,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cal Tjader,
Radio Birdman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Basic Channel,
The Golliwogs,
Scan 7,
The Index,
Toni Rubio,
the Swans,
Carl Craig,
Henry Cow,
AZ,
Moebius,
The United States of America,
The Happenings,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bronski Beat,
James White and The Blacks,
Mars,
Derrick Morgan,
The Modern Lovers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scratch Acid,
The Martian,
Nick Fraelich,
The Slackers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nils Olav,
Joe Smooth,
Wire,
Bobby Byrd,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lungfish,
Peter & Gordon,
Skaos,
Alphaville,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.