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 Cyprus and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mark Hollis to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
John Lydon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lower 48,
Rakim,
Amon Düül,
the Sonics,
Laurel Aitken,
Eric Dolphy,
Monolake,
Q and Not U,
Lee Hazlewood,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Donald Byrd,
Agent Orange,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Albert Ayler,
Warsaw,
Ronan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hasil Adkins,
David Axelrod,
The Dead C,
Derrick May,
OOIOO,
Joey Negro,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Pretty Things,
Nick Fraelich,
Funkadelic,
Skarface,
Rhythm & Sound,
Terrestrial Tones,
Neu!,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Radio Birdman,
Arthur Verocai,
Japan,
Quantec,
Loose Ends,
Toni Rubio,
Jerry's Kids,
Morten Harket,
One Last Wish,
Magazine,
Aswad,
Roxy Music,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fall,
Rapeman,
Deakin,
Minutemen,
Eden Ahbez,
Sight & Sound,
Colin Newman,
Crash Course in Science,
Marvin Gaye,
The Misunderstood,
Ten City,
Todd Terry,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.