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 Latvia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Charles Mingus to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Q and Not U,
Slick Rick,
Kurtis Blow,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fuzztones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sällskapet,
Dorothy Ashby,
Das Ding,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
New York Dolls,
The Pop Group,
The Slackers,
The Five Americans,
Television,
kango's stein massive,
The Techniques,
Easy Going,
Pussy Galore,
The Divine Comedy,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Human League,
Theoretical Girls,
Neu!,
The Grass Roots,
Mantronix,
Surgeon,
cv313,
UT,
Siglo XX,
Black Flag,
Patti Smith,
Dead Boys,
Gichy Dan,
Agitation Free,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Holt,
Parry Music,
Sound Behaviour,
The Victims,
Gregory Isaacs,
Josef K,
Man Eating Sloth,
U.S. Maple,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Angels of Light,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gories,
Qualms,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dave Gahan,
the Germs,
The Walker Brothers,
Urselle,
Bobby Womack,
Juan Atkins,
Lou Reed,
Excepter,
The Doors,
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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.