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 Iceland and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare 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 Peter & Gordon to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kurtis Blow,
Boredoms,
Inner City,
June of 44,
Animal Collective,
Magma,
Faraquet,
Surgeon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Japan,
The Index,
Thompson Twins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Davy DMX,
The Music Machine,
Danielle Patucci,
New Age Steppers,
The Human League,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Patti Smith,
The Busters,
Morten Harket,
Quantec,
Colin Newman,
Hot Snakes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Youth Brigade,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Zeros,
Hardrive,
U.S. Maple,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Star Department,
Harry Pussy,
Stetsasonic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Red Krayola,
Laurel Aitken,
Q and Not U,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Minny Pops,
Joensuu 1685,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kool Moe Dee,
Quando Quango,
Ultravox,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aural Exciters,
Bill Near,
Rapeman,
Royal Trux,
Black Moon,
Neu!,
Wings,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Subhumans,
LL Cool J,
Marc Almond,
Byron Stingily,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Blossom Toes,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.