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 Guyana and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Idris Muhammad to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantaleimon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
The Residents,
X-Ray Spex,
Make Up,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
a-ha,
Dark Day,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roxy Music,
The Pretty Things,
Funky Four + One,
Blake Baxter,
Unwound,
Das Ding,
Quando Quango,
The Cramps,
John Lydon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Toni Rubio,
Joe Finger,
Yellowson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Man Parrish,
Avey Tare,
Porter Ricks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roxette,
Desert Stars,
The Black Dice,
Aloha Tigers,
Aswad,
Harmonia,
The Modern Lovers,
Nas,
Banda Bassotti,
Lebanon Hanover,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jandek,
Stereo Dub,
Drexciya,
Nik Kershaw,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joensuu 1685,
Jesper Dahlback,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Mojo Men,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jacques Brel,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cheater Slicks,
Outsiders,
K-Klass,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lalo Schifrin,
Brass Construction,
Fela Kuti,
DJ Sneak,
Wings,
Pantytec,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.