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 Dominica and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Arcadia to the techno 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Section 25,
Yellowson,
Buzzcocks,
Shoche,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Japan,
Fatback Band,
Tomorrow,
Bush Tetras,
The Cure,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DJ Sneak,
The Move,
Alphaville,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Youth Brigade,
Throbbing Gristle,
Slick Rick,
David Axelrod,
Yusef Lateef,
Country Teasers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Josef K,
Vainqueur,
Dorothy Ashby,
Con Funk Shun,
Amazonics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Leonard Cohen,
James White and The Blacks,
E-Dancer,
Make Up,
Parry Music,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Aaron Thompson,
Q and Not U,
Hoover,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lakeside,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kayak,
Radiopuhelimet,
JFA,
Sugar Minott,
Monks,
Cecil Taylor,
Barbara Tucker,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gichy Dan,
Crooked Eye,
Goldenarms,
Sparks,
The Five Americans,
Mark Hollis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Harpers Bizarre,
Andrew Hill,
The Motions,
Angry Samoans,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.