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 Ivory Coast and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Danielle Patucci to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
The United States of America,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Popol Vuh,
Newcleus,
Laurel Aitken,
The Star Department,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
FM Einheit,
Liliput,
Harmonia,
Bang On A Can,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Adolescents,
Sex Pistols,
The Fugs,
Essential Logic,
Minnie Riperton,
The Moleskins,
Slick Rick,
Magma,
Gang Green,
Simply Red,
Cymande,
L. Decosne,
Gabor Szabo,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Litter,
The Doobie Brothers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Echospace,
Thee Headcoats,
Moby Grape,
Country Teasers,
Aural Exciters,
Inner City,
The Modern Lovers,
Brick,
Neu!,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Bananas,
Excepter,
Don Cherry,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stetsasonic,
Procol Harum,
DJ Style,
Unwound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Birthday Party,
Rosa Yemen,
Deakin,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Shuggie Otis,
Roy Ayers,
Q and Not U,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Derrick Morgan,
Susan Cadogan,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.