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 Mali and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Monks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
CMW,
Magazine,
Slave,
the Soft Cell,
Black Flag,
Nico,
Procol Harum,
David McCallum,
The Walker Brothers,
Alphaville,
The Trojans,
The Fall,
a-ha,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aaron Thompson,
Buzzcocks,
Jeff Mills,
Basic Channel,
The Young Rascals,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Stooges,
Dennis Brown,
Accadde A,
Nik Kershaw,
Brick,
Lindisfarne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Technova,
ABC,
Lalann,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Iggy Pop,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ronan,
Sonic Youth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sparks,
The Doors,
The Fugs,
Scientists,
Dave Gahan,
Vladislav Delay,
Piero Umiliani,
Interpol,
Freddie Wadling,
PIL,
Donald Byrd,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Slackers,
The Raincoats,
Ponytail,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Banda Bassotti,
Schoolly D,
Man Parrish,
Funky Four + One,
LL Cool J,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.