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 Cyprus and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
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 spring reverb 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 Minor Threat to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Sun City Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
Radiohead,
The Angels of Light,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The American Breed,
The Gories,
UT,
Wally Richardson,
Susan Cadogan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eli Mardock,
Minor Threat,
a-ha,
Depeche Mode,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brick,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Slackers,
Brothers Johnson,
Joe Finger,
Pagans,
Don Cherry,
Joy Division,
Yellowson,
Section 25,
The Smiths,
Pussy Galore,
Throbbing Gristle,
Suburban Knight,
Bootsy Collins,
Chrome,
The Music Machine,
Moss Icon,
Easy Going,
Letta Mbulu,
Schoolly D,
Jeff Mills,
The Count Five,
The Modern Lovers,
The Pop Group,
The Star Department,
Sugar Minott,
Prince Buster,
10cc,
Kaleidoscope,
Cymande,
Circle Jerks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nirvana,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Sheep,
Scratch Acid,
Royal Trux,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Visage,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.