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 Sierra Leone and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Grauzone to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Iggy Pop,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ronan,
The Monks,
Cymande,
Con Funk Shun,
Pere Ubu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Neon Judgement,
The Shadows of Knight,
Piero Umiliani,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Quando Quango,
Pantaleimon,
The Count Five,
Delta 5,
Letta Mbulu,
Johnny Clarke,
Rod Modell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Tremeloes,
a-ha,
Altered Images,
The Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Zapp,
Jacques Brel,
Graham Central Station,
Althea and Donna,
Arab on Radar,
Kas Product,
Lungfish,
Desert Stars,
Make Up,
Morten Harket,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Prince Buster,
The Durutti Column,
John Lydon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scan 7,
John Cale,
Patti Smith,
Sun City Girls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Moss Icon,
New Age Steppers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Doobie Brothers,
Visage,
A Certain Ratio,
Kerri Chandler,
Isaac Hayes,
The Moleskins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nico,
James White and The Blacks,
Blake Baxter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Khruangbin,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.