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 Georgia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
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 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 Little Man to the crunk 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Skaos,
Dead Boys,
Soul Sonic Force,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bob Dylan,
Japan,
Avey Tare,
Moebius,
David Axelrod,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Young Rascals,
New Order,
The Names,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bad Manners,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wolf Eyes,
The Sound,
Gerry Rafferty,
Icehouse,
Eric Dolphy,
Groovy Waters,
David McCallum,
Thee Headcoats,
The Kinks,
One Last Wish,
Reagan Youth,
the Soft Cell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ultra Naté,
The Last Poets,
Gang of Four,
Ice-T,
Soft Machine,
Public Enemy,
The Black Dice,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Doors,
The Skatalites,
The Dead C,
Rotary Connection,
Alison Limerick,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Henry Cow,
Tears for Fears,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dark Day,
June Days,
Siglo XX,
LL Cool J,
Saccharine Trust,
Fugazi,
World's Most,
Sparks,
Marshall Jefferson,
A Certain Ratio,
Marc Almond,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.