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 Vietnam and from New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Echospace to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
The Remains,
The Martian,
Lightning Bolt,
Johnny Clarke,
Joensuu 1685,
Leonard Cohen,
Pulsallama,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pierre Henry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roxette,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Average White Band,
John Foxx,
Roger Hodgson,
The Offenders,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cameo,
The Skatalites,
Slick Rick,
Mo-Dettes,
D'Angelo,
The Stooges,
R.M.O.,
Young Marble Giants,
Neu!,
The Evens,
Derrick May,
Ice-T,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stetsasonic,
Youth Brigade,
Organ,
Moebius,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The New Christs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Los Fastidios,
Animal Collective,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Moon,
a-ha,
Reagan Youth,
Delta 5,
Gabor Szabo,
Public Enemy,
Warren Ellis,
The Fall,
Bobby Sherman,
The Trojans,
Spoonie Gee,
Fela Kuti,
Harry Pussy,
Sex Pistols,
Second Layer,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marine Girls,
Royal Trux,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.