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 Montenegro and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 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 Sugar Minott to the punk 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Kayak,
Max Romeo,
Fela Kuti,
Swans,
Negative Approach,
Organ,
Severed Heads,
Harpers Bizarre,
Average White Band,
Alison Limerick,
Babytalk,
Kool Moe Dee,
MC5,
One Last Wish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Don Cherry,
Index,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Porter Ricks,
Scott Walker,
The Skatalites,
Scan 7,
Arcadia,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Steve Hackett,
Connie Case,
Circle Jerks,
Dead Boys,
Ludus,
Newcleus,
Metal Thangz,
Alice Coltrane,
The Knickerbockers,
The Cowsills,
Second Layer,
Jerry's Kids,
X-101,
Dual Sessions,
Wolf Eyes,
Mark Hollis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kaleidoscope,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Slits,
Liliput,
ABC,
Sarah Menescal,
Deepchord,
Gregory Isaacs,
Moebius,
Rufus Thomas,
Intrusion,
Magma,
The Moleskins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Neu!,
The Index,
The Monochrome Set,
The Shadows of Knight,
Excepter,
Masters at Work,
The Gladiators,
The Techniques,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.