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 Jordan and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 The Grass Roots to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Young Marble Giants,
The Birthday Party,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Barracudas,
48th St. Collective,
Monks,
Cybotron,
Godley & Creme,
Half Japanese,
Liliput,
Monolake,
Pylon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fire Engines,
Icehouse,
A Certain Ratio,
Goldenarms,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Davy DMX,
Stetsasonic,
Brothers Johnson,
CMW,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Loose Ends,
Bronski Beat,
Heaven 17,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Patti Smith,
Black Bananas,
Guru Guru,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mission of Burma,
Jimmy McGriff,
Newcleus,
The Standells,
Pharoah Sanders,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Wake,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roxy Music,
The Monks,
Barbara Tucker,
Lower 48,
Hot Snakes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dual Sessions,
Country Teasers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jeru the Damaja,
Todd Terry,
Marine Girls,
Parry Music,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Trumans Water,
Chrome,
Lucky Dragons,
Bill Wells,
The Pop Group,
La Düsseldorf,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.