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 Israel and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Siglo XX,
Barrington Levy,
Gong,
Crispian St. Peters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Slackers,
The Gladiators,
Essential Logic,
The Divine Comedy,
The Beau Brummels,
The Barracudas,
Amon Düül II,
Skaos,
Deakin,
Kerri Chandler,
Don Cherry,
Ponytail,
The Walker Brothers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Visage,
Josef K,
Tres Demented,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultimate Spinach,
Schoolly D,
The Human League,
Jeff Mills,
Henry Cow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Johnny Clarke,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Misunderstood,
Dead Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
One Last Wish,
Junior Murvin,
a-ha,
Altered Images,
Joyce Sims,
Jeff Lynne,
Max Romeo,
Chrome,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Icehouse,
The Toasters,
Alton Ellis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joey Negro,
Clear Light,
Aswad,
Lalann,
Donald Byrd,
Lou Christie,
Davy DMX,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Holt,
The Zeros,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.