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 Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Vogues to the rock 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
The Leaves,
Bronski Beat,
The Golliwogs,
Patti Smith,
Tim Buckley,
Porter Ricks,
The Velvet Underground,
10cc,
Prince Buster,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gabor Szabo,
Mo-Dettes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
cv313,
Mr. Review,
Fat Boys,
Aloha Tigers,
Chris & Cosey,
The Angels of Light,
Visage,
Anakelly,
Swell Maps,
Kool Moe Dee,
In Retrospect,
The Dead C,
Eric Dolphy,
Talk Talk,
June Days,
Livin' Joy,
Junior Murvin,
Zero Boys,
Intrusion,
Matthew Halsall,
John Coltrane,
Animal Collective,
Roger Hodgson,
Camouflage,
Nils Olav,
K-Klass,
Janne Schatter,
Von Mondo,
Funky Four + One,
The Offenders,
Marshall Jefferson,
Siglo XX,
Fugazi,
John Foxx,
Brothers Johnson,
Ultravox,
Scott Walker,
The Fuzztones,
Amon Düül II,
Jerry's Kids,
New Order,
Charles Mingus,
Derrick May,
Brand Nubian,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.