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 South Africa and from Lagos.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Donald Fagen 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 Adolescents to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Lungfish,
Terry Callier,
CMW,
Rapeman,
Zero Boys,
Lou Reed,
Loose Ends,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Electric Prunes,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Monks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scott Walker,
John Holt,
Stetsasonic,
Malaria!,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mad Mike,
L. Decosne,
Anakelly,
Blancmange,
Brothers Johnson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Silicon Teens,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Deepchord,
Aaron Thompson,
The Martian,
Matthew Halsall,
Deadbeat,
Eden Ahbez,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Prince Buster,
MDC,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Smoke,
Smog,
Simply Red,
Altered Images,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Brass Construction,
Black Flag,
The Leaves,
Bobby Womack,
Grauzone,
Ponytail,
Wings,
June of 44,
Dawn Penn,
Glambeats Corp.,
Yellowson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Swans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Durutti Column,
the Normal,
Minutemen,
Oblivians,
John Cale,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.