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 Senegal and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 PIL to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
New Age Steppers,
Depeche Mode,
Wally Richardson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Johnny Clarke,
Motorama,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Victims,
Black Moon,
Metal Thangz,
Lakeside,
The Mummies,
Radio Birdman,
Basic Channel,
Scion,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Graham Central Station,
the Fania All-Stars,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Star Department,
R.M.O.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eden Ahbez,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yazoo,
Morten Harket,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Loose Ends,
Deadbeat,
Drexciya,
The Toasters,
Alice Coltrane,
A Certain Ratio,
Circle Jerks,
Underground Resistance,
Shuggie Otis,
Jerry's Kids,
Michelle Simonal,
Gichy Dan,
Sällskapet,
Negative Approach,
Sam Rivers,
Don Cherry,
Ponytail,
Fat Boys,
The Barracudas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Funkadelic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Organ,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Smiths,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Index,
The Fall,
Nation of Ulysses,
Adolescents,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.