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 Guatemala and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Model 500 to the grime 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
MDC,
Royal Trux,
Aaron Thompson,
Radiohead,
The Saints,
Bauhaus,
The Cramps,
Neil Young,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joy Division,
Ten City,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The J.B.'s,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Heaven 17,
Marshall Jefferson,
Smog,
Roxy Music,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lightning Bolt,
Nas,
Siglo XX,
Alice Coltrane,
Josef K,
Funkadelic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Flash Fearless,
Derrick May,
Tommy Roe,
Dark Day,
Electric Prunes,
Pantytec,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Christie,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hot Snakes,
Roy Ayers,
Arab on Radar,
Tears for Fears,
Scrapy,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fortunes,
The Stooges,
The Gun Club,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Boredoms,
8 Eyed Spy,
Youth Brigade,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Colin Newman,
Minor Threat,
Al Stewart,
Aural Exciters,
Tim Buckley,
The Smoke,
Ronnie Foster,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Litter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wally Richardson,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.