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 Equatorial Guinea and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gang of Four 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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
The Names,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
MDC,
The Blues Magoos,
Johnny Clarke,
Slave,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lyres,
Lucky Dragons,
Alton Ellis,
The Cure,
Sly & The Family Stone,
These Immortal Souls,
The Stooges,
Soft Machine,
Public Enemy,
Pulsallama,
Chris Corsano,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Litter,
Quadrant,
The Monochrome Set,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Y Pants,
Matthew Bourne,
Ronnie Foster,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Cale,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Sheep,
Moebius,
Hasil Adkins,
Niagra,
Kerrie Biddell,
The J.B.'s,
The Fortunes,
Jandek,
The Moleskins,
Gong,
Sun City Girls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Golliwogs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Clear Light,
The Kinks,
Rakim,
Index,
Kenny Larkin,
The Gun Club,
Camberwell Now,
Groovy Waters,
Drexciya,
Main Source,
Brass Construction,
Sällskapet,
Curtis Mayfield,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.