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 Slovenia and from Halifax.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Arab on Radar to the techno 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Happenings,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marc Almond,
Jerry's Kids,
Throbbing Gristle,
Angry Samoans,
The Slackers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Audionom,
Schoolly D,
Franke,
The Modern Lovers,
Howard Jones,
David McCallum,
The New Christs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Stooges,
The Detroit Cobras,
DJ Sneak,
FM Einheit,
Boz Scaggs,
LL Cool J,
John Coltrane,
Aaron Thompson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mr. Review,
Eric Dolphy,
Bush Tetras,
Robert Görl,
Severed Heads,
The Fall,
Davy DMX,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
R.M.O.,
Sex Pistols,
Glenn Branca,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Evens,
Ituana,
Scratch Acid,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
MDC,
Niagra,
Gong,
The Mummies,
Erasure,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crash Course in Science,
Nirvana,
Cal Tjader,
AZ,
Ronan,
Todd Rundgren,
Gerry Rafferty,
Maurizio,
Negative Approach,
Malaria!,
Dead Boys,
Graham Central Station,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.