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 Tunisia and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Intrusion to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
The Mummies,
The Standells,
Minor Threat,
Mad Mike,
Judy Mowatt,
Radiohead,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Warsaw,
Hoover,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Leonard Cohen,
Marmalade,
Arthur Verocai,
Lyres,
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Reed,
John Lydon,
Groovy Waters,
The Five Americans,
Procol Harum,
Lower 48,
Isaac Hayes,
Yellowson,
Quantec,
Ponytail,
Dennis Brown,
Crash Course in Science,
Gang Gang Dance,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joensuu 1685,
Delta 5,
Aural Exciters,
Carl Craig,
Pole,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Raincoats,
Deepchord,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Flipper,
Tom Boy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Reagan Youth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Magazine,
Roy Ayers,
JFA,
Rosa Yemen,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cramps,
Can,
Moss Icon,
The Gories,
Rakim,
The Victims,
Scott Walker,
The Last Poets,
Sound Behaviour,
Robert Hood,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.