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 Montenegro and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Flipper to the disco 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
The Invisible,
Severed Heads,
Jacob Miller,
Skarface,
Black Flag,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sandy B,
Liliput,
The Human League,
The Knickerbockers,
Fear,
Niagra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Bananas,
The Residents,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Pop Group,
Angry Samoans,
The Count Five,
The Pretty Things,
Brothers Johnson,
Davy DMX,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Panda Bear,
Lower 48,
Flash Fearless,
JFA,
ABC,
The Zeros,
Tres Demented,
Henry Cow,
Kerrie Biddell,
Slick Rick,
Ossler,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nils Olav,
Mad Mike,
Vladislav Delay,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kool Moe Dee,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pagans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Yazoo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
K-Klass,
Ralphi Rosario,
Organ,
Porter Ricks,
Wire,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ronnie Foster,
Nick Fraelich,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Accadde A,
Lyres,
Warren Ellis,
Marmalade,
Radio Birdman,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.