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 Sweden and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
The Slits,
Dual Sessions,
Dennis Brown,
Iggy Pop,
Grauzone,
Pantytec,
Glambeats Corp.,
Electric Prunes,
Jeff Lynne,
Bill Near,
Lalann,
kango's stein massive,
Wire,
Oblivians,
Janne Schatter,
Youth Brigade,
Althea and Donna,
The Knickerbockers,
Roxy Music,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marc Almond,
The Count Five,
Todd Terry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Graham Central Station,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Names,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Johnny Clarke,
John Foxx,
Angry Samoans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Infiniti,
Roger Hodgson,
Soul II Soul,
Unwound,
Mars,
Minor Threat,
Mandrill,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minnie Riperton,
Jacques Brel,
The Moody Blues,
UT,
Derrick Morgan,
Wings,
Wally Richardson,
Harry Pussy,
Blossom Toes,
Joensuu 1685,
Young Marble Giants,
Bootsy Collins,
OOIOO,
Morten Harket,
The Fortunes,
R.M.O.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Schoolly D,
Yusef Lateef,
DJ Sneak,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.