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 Grenada and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Public Enemy to the grunge 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Soft Machine,
Nils Olav,
Bang On A Can,
a-ha,
The Blues Magoos,
The Barracudas,
The Seeds,
The American Breed,
Flipper,
The Birthday Party,
Pulsallama,
Johnny Osbourne,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fall,
Essential Logic,
The Grass Roots,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Electric Prunes,
Lightning Bolt,
Minutemen,
Surgeon,
Piero Umiliani,
Malaria!,
Bauhaus,
Joensuu 1685,
Accadde A,
Slick Rick,
Bill Wells,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
cv313,
Rites of Spring,
Joy Division,
Tom Boy,
Lindisfarne,
Nico,
Stiv Bators,
Gabor Szabo,
Little Man,
New Age Steppers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Byrd,
Section 25,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fire Engines,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Motions,
Half Japanese,
Radiohead,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ituana,
Subhumans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Godley & Creme,
Prince Buster,
Gang Starr,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Stooges,
John Coltrane,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.