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 Madagascar and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Deadbeat,
Bronski Beat,
Freddie Wadling,
Sonny Sharrock,
MC5,
The Dirtbombs,
Max Romeo,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Vogues,
Loose Ends,
The Slits,
The Gladiators,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Los Fastidios,
The Birthday Party,
Youth Brigade,
Pulsallama,
The Knickerbockers,
Scientists,
Stereo Dub,
Young Marble Giants,
the Fania All-Stars,
Clear Light,
Chrome,
the Sonics,
The Victims,
Jeff Mills,
U.S. Maple,
CMW,
La Düsseldorf,
Sixth Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Yellowson,
Archie Shepp,
The Gories,
Joey Negro,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hoover,
Talk Talk,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Sound,
Derrick May,
The Fortunes,
The Fire Engines,
Rekid,
Sarah Menescal,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Duran Duran,
Patti Smith,
Minnie Riperton,
Q and Not U,
Charles Mingus,
Fugazi,
B.T. Express,
Brand Nubian,
The Gap Band,
Joe Smooth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Thompson Twins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mark Hollis,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.