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 Nauru and from Manila.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wake to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Radio Birdman,
The Leaves,
Bluetip,
Toni Rubio,
Wasted Youth,
Infiniti,
The Monochrome Set,
Flash Fearless,
Kerri Chandler,
Donny Hathaway,
Reagan Youth,
The Mummies,
Crime,
FM Einheit,
cv313,
Max Romeo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
T. Rex,
Babytalk,
La Düsseldorf,
Interpol,
Tres Demented,
Ten City,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Model 500,
Leonard Cohen,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Dirtbombs,
Davy DMX,
The Techniques,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Doors,
Popol Vuh,
Gabor Szabo,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang Starr,
The Walker Brothers,
Wire,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Simply Red,
Fad Gadget,
The Offenders,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kenny Larkin,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Faraquet,
Lindisfarne,
The Cure,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Knickerbockers,
Public Enemy,
Index,
Lungfish,
B.T. Express,
Quantec,
Todd Rundgren,
Sonny Sharrock,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Moon,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.