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 Jamaica and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Velvet Underground 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Bootsy Collins,
Unwound,
The Doors,
Black Pus,
Bush Tetras,
Beasts of Bourbon,
X-Ray Spex,
DNA,
Goldenarms,
Lightning Bolt,
Anthony Braxton,
Cabaret Voltaire,
ABC,
The Litter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jeff Mills,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Drive Like Jehu,
Derrick May,
The Dirtbombs,
Hardrive,
Symarip,
Essential Logic,
Magma,
cv313,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Golliwogs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Swans,
Scan 7,
Excepter,
Joey Negro,
Pylon,
AZ,
Shuggie Otis,
Infiniti,
Q and Not U,
Junior Murvin,
Cluster,
Nirvana,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sun Ra,
E-Dancer,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Andrew Hill,
Alice Coltrane,
MDC,
Sun City Girls,
Siglo XX,
Robert Wyatt,
T. Rex,
The Divine Comedy,
Minnie Riperton,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Surgeon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ronnie Foster,
Aural Exciters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Minor Threat,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.