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 Nicaragua and from Salvador.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 the Fania All-Stars 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Drexciya,
Erykah Badu,
The Gap Band,
Moebius,
Tim Buckley,
Malaria!,
The Gun Club,
Desert Stars,
Neu!,
The Golliwogs,
Skriet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barrington Levy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Skatalites,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fad Gadget,
the Association,
Cymande,
Audionom,
The Victims,
Archie Shepp,
Toni Rubio,
Alphaville,
The Beau Brummels,
The Zeros,
Nick Fraelich,
Saccharine Trust,
Guru Guru,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gong,
LL Cool J,
The Raincoats,
Matthew Bourne,
Negative Approach,
Barry Ungar,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eurythmics,
Whodini,
Sällskapet,
Black Bananas,
Jeff Lynne,
Spandau Ballet,
Pierre Henry,
10cc,
Juan Atkins,
Black Moon,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Neon Judgement,
B.T. Express,
The Litter,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sex Pistols,
Mars,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Harpers Bizarre,
Max Romeo,
The Grass Roots,
Wire,
Cal Tjader,
Skaos,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.