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 Mauritius and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fugazi to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Saccharine Trust,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ituana,
Ronnie Foster,
David Bowie,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Japan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Amazonics,
Sällskapet,
Interpol,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Brand Nubian,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Flipper,
Avey Tare,
Jacob Miller,
Public Enemy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
This Heat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Quando Quango,
Anthony Braxton,
Youth Brigade,
Juan Atkins,
Yaz,
Intrusion,
The Saints,
Matthew Bourne,
June Days,
Davy DMX,
Charles Mingus,
Ponytail,
The Misunderstood,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fall,
Frankie Knuckles,
Procol Harum,
Dawn Penn,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cameo,
One Last Wish,
Grey Daturas,
New York Dolls,
Subhumans,
The Neon Judgement,
Visage,
Byron Stingily,
Barbara Tucker,
Ralphi Rosario,
Index,
Stiv Bators,
Gang of Four,
Carl Craig,
Ronan,
X-102,
The Golliwogs,
John Holt,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.