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 Yemen and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar 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 Lungfish to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
John Holt,
Franke,
The Invisible,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Gun Club,
DJ Style,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Suburban Knight,
Tommy Roe,
The Misunderstood,
Scientists,
Tubeway Army,
Aaron Thompson,
Peter & Gordon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Oblivians,
Brothers Johnson,
The Wake,
Neil Young,
Laurel Aitken,
The Neon Judgement,
The Five Americans,
The Searchers,
Ten City,
Black Pus,
Rufus Thomas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mars,
The Angels of Light,
The Gories,
Brass Construction,
Sandy B,
Chris Corsano,
Harmonia,
Carl Craig,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nirvana,
B.T. Express,
Animal Collective,
Cameo,
The Pop Group,
cv313,
Grauzone,
Maurizio,
Los Fastidios,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fortunes,
Little Man,
Oneida,
Silicon Teens,
The Vogues,
The Tremeloes,
Lungfish,
Japan,
DJ Sneak,
Mandrill,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cheater Slicks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
David McCallum,
Matthew Bourne,
Gang of Four,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.