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 Barbados and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Lakeside,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Excepter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Cale,
David Axelrod,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Moleskins,
In Retrospect,
Eddi Front,
Darondo,
These Immortal Souls,
The Young Rascals,
Motorama,
Chrome,
Drexciya,
The Offenders,
Oneida,
Interpol,
The Real Kids,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cameo,
One Last Wish,
X-Ray Spex,
Subhumans,
Slave,
Rakim,
The Velvet Underground,
Davy DMX,
The Cure,
Spoonie Gee,
The Sound,
Vainqueur,
Pole,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wings,
John Lydon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cluster,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Saccharine Trust,
the Bar-Kays,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Sonics,
Eve St. Jones,
Lindisfarne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Man Parrish,
Mission of Burma,
Black Sheep,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
kango's stein massive,
Japan,
Adolescents,
Neil Young,
Nirvana,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.