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 Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the techno 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Alton Ellis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Chrome,
World's Most,
Can,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joy Division,
Ronan,
Livin' Joy,
The Leaves,
Unrelated Segments,
Glenn Branca,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Sherman,
Schoolly D,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Names,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mr. Review,
Eddi Front,
cv313,
The Stooges,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Drexciya,
Outsiders,
DJ Sneak,
Gichy Dan,
Nick Fraelich,
The Index,
Chris Corsano,
The Martian,
Q65,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Al Stewart,
Drive Like Jehu,
Reuben Wilson,
Procol Harum,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rufus Thomas,
Freddie Wadling,
Alison Limerick,
the Normal,
X-101,
Supertramp,
Model 500,
Althea and Donna,
Tomorrow,
Japan,
Juan Atkins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Moss Icon,
Bill Wells,
Donald Byrd,
Scan 7,
Theoretical Girls,
Radio Birdman,
Visage,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Flag,
The Birthday Party,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.