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 Lesotho and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 John Lydon to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Minutemen,
Darondo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Womack,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sandy B,
Hardrive,
Fluxion,
Tubeway Army,
Animal Collective,
The Smiths,
Neil Young,
Sun Ra,
Absolute Body Control,
The Associates,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Accadde A,
Index,
Warren Ellis,
The Offenders,
Popol Vuh,
The Zeros,
Eden Ahbez,
Cal Tjader,
The Cramps,
X-Ray Spex,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scott Walker,
Robert Hood,
Black Flag,
Prince Buster,
Terry Callier,
L. Decosne,
the Fania All-Stars,
Main Source,
Piero Umiliani,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Monochrome Set,
Funkadelic,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Blues Magoos,
Radiohead,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crime,
The Fuzztones,
Groovy Waters,
Don Cherry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Subhumans,
F. McDonald,
Susan Cadogan,
The Names,
In Retrospect,
The Durutti Column,
Skaos,
John Coltrane,
Glambeats Corp.,
The United States of America,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.