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 Liechtenstein and from Philadelphia.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Electric Prunes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
The Fuzztones,
Lakeside,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Modern Lovers,
Guru Guru,
Newcleus,
Leonard Cohen,
Peter and Kerry,
Sam Rivers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deadbeat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hot Snakes,
Neu!,
Soft Cell,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jerry's Kids,
The Sonics,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Evens,
The Fall,
Rites of Spring,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
One Last Wish,
Oblivians,
Model 500,
Outsiders,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Barracudas,
Section 25,
Khruangbin,
The Moleskins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Circle Jerks,
Desert Stars,
Subhumans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Slick Rick,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Minor Threat,
Tom Boy,
Bootsy Collins,
Ohio Players,
Nirvana,
Cluster,
Minny Pops,
Animal Collective,
Zero Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
June Days,
The Index,
Basic Channel,
Pantytec,
Pussy Galore,
Alphaville,
Babytalk,
Sun Ra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.