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 Benin and from Bologna.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Saccharine Trust,
Mary Jane Girls,
Yazoo,
Barry Ungar,
Robert Wyatt,
Los Fastidios,
Man Eating Sloth,
Q and Not U,
Spandau Ballet,
Gang Starr,
Kurtis Blow,
June Days,
Radio Birdman,
The Names,
Eurythmics,
Cymande,
Amazonics,
The Dirtbombs,
Livin' Joy,
Ohio Players,
Thee Headcoats,
Section 25,
Neu!,
Masters at Work,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brass Construction,
Letta Mbulu,
Rakim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scott Walker,
Funkadelic,
Mad Mike,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gun Club,
Yellowson,
Cameo,
Sexual Harrassment,
48th St. Collective,
Hardrive,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sugar Minott,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wally Richardson,
Eve St. Jones,
Kas Product,
Popol Vuh,
The Residents,
Chrome,
Fad Gadget,
Model 500,
Skarface,
Toni Rubio,
Andrew Hill,
Basic Channel,
World's Most,
The Tremeloes,
Fela Kuti,
Jandek,
Faraquet,
This Heat,
Blossom Toes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.