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 Shanghai.
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 London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pylon to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
World's Most,
Half Japanese,
Radio Birdman,
Sex Pistols,
Neu!,
Scott Walker,
Motorama,
Radiohead,
Supertramp,
Colin Newman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
KRS-One,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Normal,
Nirvana,
MC5,
Lou Christie,
L. Decosne,
The Raincoats,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DJ Style,
Archie Shepp,
Peter and Kerry,
Maurizio,
Vainqueur,
Sound Behaviour,
The Monks,
The Gories,
Boogie Down Productions,
Porter Ricks,
Junior Murvin,
Second Layer,
Jacques Brel,
Joy Division,
Fela Kuti,
The Fire Engines,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Darondo,
Radiopuhelimet,
The J.B.'s,
The Seeds,
the Sonics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mo-Dettes,
Amazonics,
Soft Machine,
Visage,
Mark Hollis,
Von Mondo,
JFA,
Unrelated Segments,
A Certain Ratio,
Subhumans,
Prince Buster,
Scratch Acid,
Wally Richardson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Altered Images,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.