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 East Timor and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
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 snare 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 Massinfluence to the jazz 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Godley & Creme,
the Slits,
Thee Headcoats,
Urselle,
Black Flag,
Magma,
A Certain Ratio,
La Düsseldorf,
Popol Vuh,
Thompson Twins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Slave,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
K-Klass,
F. McDonald,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Foxx,
Davy DMX,
The Moleskins,
Lou Reed,
Silicon Teens,
The Offenders,
Sällskapet,
Eli Mardock,
Amon Düül,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Zero Boys,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Stockholm Monsters,
Absolute Body Control,
Schoolly D,
Public Image Ltd.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bill Near,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pagans,
Reagan Youth,
Henry Cow,
10cc,
The Flesh Eaters,
Johnny Clarke,
Altered Images,
Neu!,
Grey Daturas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fad Gadget,
Gang of Four,
Matthew Halsall,
Pylon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sexual Harrassment,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soft Machine,
The Cure,
Pharoah Sanders,
The New Christs,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.