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 Mauritius and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro 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 Glenn Branca to the rap 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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Wally Richardson,
Junior Murvin,
Ice-T,
The Vogues,
The Slits,
Joey Negro,
Siglo XX,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ronnie Foster,
Lucky Dragons,
Amazonics,
Deadbeat,
Lyres,
Rites of Spring,
Tommy Roe,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Slave,
Maleditus Sound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Masters at Work,
R.M.O.,
Boogie Down Productions,
Barbara Tucker,
Susan Cadogan,
The Remains,
Alice Coltrane,
Laurel Aitken,
Clear Light,
Interpol,
Ituana,
Rakim,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nils Olav,
Cybotron,
Pylon,
The Smoke,
Echospace,
Nas,
The Happenings,
Swans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ronan,
Bush Tetras,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Motions,
Mo-Dettes,
Sam Rivers,
Main Source,
Metal Thangz,
Loose Ends,
John Holt,
The Red Krayola,
Skriet,
The Standells,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lakeside,
Sonny Sharrock,
Idris Muhammad,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.