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 Gabon and from London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bad Manners to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Ice-T,
Neil Young,
The United States of America,
Gang Starr,
Flipper,
The Kinks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Donny Hathaway,
Sparks,
Neu!,
the Normal,
The Invisible,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
New York Dolls,
cv313,
Average White Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Minutemen,
Los Fastidios,
Lindisfarne,
Popol Vuh,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eric B and Rakim,
Spoonie Gee,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mark Hollis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marmalade,
The Real Kids,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joe Smooth,
The Toasters,
Bill Wells,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Skarface,
Marine Girls,
Minor Threat,
Oblivians,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eli Mardock,
Dark Day,
Chris & Cosey,
Buzzcocks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mantronix,
H. Thieme,
Yusef Lateef,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Monochrome Set,
The Zeros,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stockholm Monsters,
Malaria!,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Lydon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Angry Samoans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Slackers,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.