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 Antigua 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the grime 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins 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 techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Technova,
Albert Ayler,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Japan,
Neil Young,
The Searchers,
Gang of Four,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wolf Eyes,
Mandrill,
Rotary Connection,
Deepchord,
Organ,
Anthony Braxton,
Pierre Henry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Cowsills,
Make Up,
Joensuu 1685,
Amon Düül,
Tom Boy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
New York Dolls,
Royal Trux,
Kaleidoscope,
Nils Olav,
CMW,
R.M.O.,
John Coltrane,
Sandy B,
Wasted Youth,
Eve St. Jones,
Joy Division,
Lucky Dragons,
The Wake,
The Sound,
The Gun Club,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Bananas,
Los Fastidios,
Davy DMX,
Aloha Tigers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Andrew Hill,
Wally Richardson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Excepter,
Bad Manners,
David McCallum,
Soft Machine,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Y Pants,
The Mojo Men,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Cale,
LL Cool J,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.