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 Barbados and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare 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 Intrusion to the grunge 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Chris Corsano,
Siglo XX,
F. McDonald,
the Normal,
Second Layer,
James White and The Blacks,
Eurythmics,
Howard Jones,
Deepchord,
Letta Mbulu,
The Evens,
Matthew Bourne,
Kerri Chandler,
Model 500,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Royal Trux,
The American Breed,
The Buckinghams,
Bad Manners,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joey Negro,
Rekid,
Fela Kuti,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Beau Brummels,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hardrive,
Eddi Front,
Bob Dylan,
New Age Steppers,
Freddie Wadling,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Faust,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Buzzcocks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Smiths,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sex Pistols,
Tears for Fears,
the Slits,
The Sound,
David Bowie,
Eric Dolphy,
The Mojo Men,
The Trojans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Althea and Donna,
Danielle Patucci,
Maurizio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Slave,
the Human League,
Wire,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.