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 Sri Lanka and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Grauzone to the crunk 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
The Cure,
The Count Five,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kenny Larkin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
FM Einheit,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fugs,
Dark Day,
Lalo Schifrin,
Barry Ungar,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Reagan Youth,
Inner City,
Smog,
Bill Wells,
Minor Threat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Anthony Braxton,
La Düsseldorf,
Rhythm & Sound,
David Axelrod,
Curtis Mayfield,
Skriet,
Lungfish,
Amon Düül II,
Black Pus,
Black Flag,
Jawbox,
Aloha Tigers,
Blancmange,
Los Fastidios,
The Fortunes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gladiators,
The Fire Engines,
The Monochrome Set,
The Sound,
Patti Smith,
Echospace,
Toni Rubio,
The Shadows of Knight,
X-Ray Spex,
Fugazi,
John Cale,
Dave Gahan,
Iggy Pop,
Ten City,
Vladislav Delay,
The Vogues,
the Soft Cell,
Darondo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Oneida,
Black Sheep,
Mars,
Nas,
The Smoke,
Rekid,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.