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 Bangladesh and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar 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 Cymande to the electroclash 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Harpers Bizarre,
ABC,
Derrick Morgan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ornette Coleman,
David Axelrod,
The Golliwogs,
Kaleidoscope,
Ken Boothe,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pet Shop Boys,
Brand Nubian,
The Red Krayola,
Unrelated Segments,
Quantec,
Ten City,
Fat Boys,
Siglo XX,
Pantytec,
Minny Pops,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cybotron,
Hashim,
Can,
Second Layer,
The Misunderstood,
L. Decosne,
Brick,
Kool Moe Dee,
Yusef Lateef,
Lyres,
John Foxx,
Panda Bear,
Soft Machine,
The Detroit Cobras,
Public Enemy,
One Last Wish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Severed Heads,
Flipper,
kango's stein massive,
The Pretty Things,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Letta Mbulu,
Al Stewart,
This Heat,
the Swans,
Rekid,
Bootsy Collins,
Reuben Wilson,
Boz Scaggs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Motorama,
Simply Red,
John Coltrane,
Suburban Knight,
The Slits,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.