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 Uganda and from Tehran.
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 Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare 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 R.M.O. to the jazz 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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Davy DMX,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rakim,
Warsaw,
Monolake,
Newcleus,
Youth Brigade,
Brothers Johnson,
The Standells,
Sound Behaviour,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gang Gang Dance,
Popol Vuh,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joy Division,
Stereo Dub,
Dawn Penn,
The Saints,
Stetsasonic,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sällskapet,
Harry Pussy,
Tim Buckley,
Minnie Riperton,
Bronski Beat,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rekid,
Yaz,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Bar-Kays,
The Move,
Sandy B,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
U.S. Maple,
Kayak,
Rosa Yemen,
Jawbox,
Steve Hackett,
The Barracudas,
Circle Jerks,
Royal Trux,
Godley & Creme,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rotary Connection,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Second Layer,
Bobby Womack,
Minutemen,
Minor Threat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Intrusion,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Durutti Column,
Chris & Cosey,
Moby Grape,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fatback Band,
The Offenders,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.