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 India and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare 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 Nas to the funk 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Zapp,
Ituana,
Stockholm Monsters,
Swans,
Mars,
Robert Hood,
Spoonie Gee,
The Move,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Cosmic Jokers,
48th St. Collective,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Zero Boys,
Kas Product,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fuzztones,
The Slits,
Avey Tare,
Make Up,
Rakim,
the Human League,
David Bowie,
Joey Negro,
The Saints,
Hardrive,
Qualms,
The J.B.'s,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tommy Roe,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fugazi,
Gichy Dan,
Lakeside,
Talk Talk,
The Kinks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Drexciya,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Bar-Kays,
The Index,
Jeff Mills,
The Durutti Column,
Blossom Toes,
Al Stewart,
Black Bananas,
F. McDonald,
Public Image Ltd.,
This Heat,
Gregory Isaacs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gap Band,
Junior Murvin,
Throbbing Gristle,
B.T. Express,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gong,
John Cale,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.