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 Seychelles and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Liliput to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
The Searchers,
LL Cool J,
One Last Wish,
The Litter,
Kerri Chandler,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Moody Blues,
Pantaleimon,
Tom Boy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Whodini,
Maurizio,
Rakim,
the Soft Cell,
Skaos,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dawn Penn,
Donny Hathaway,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fugazi,
Infiniti,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Michelle Simonal,
The Index,
Cymande,
Theoretical Girls,
Iggy Pop,
DJ Style,
Black Sheep,
Easy Going,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rosa Yemen,
The Stooges,
Desert Stars,
Malaria!,
Alton Ellis,
Das Ding,
The Fuzztones,
Wasted Youth,
Popol Vuh,
The Red Krayola,
Erykah Badu,
Wire,
The Gun Club,
Marine Girls,
Audionom,
Banda Bassotti,
Peter and Kerry,
Gabor Szabo,
Funky Four + One,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Half Japanese,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tommy Roe,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roxy Music,
Maleditus Sound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Yusef Lateef,
Laurel Aitken,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.