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 India and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron 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 The Kinks to the punk 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
The Alarm Clocks,
Subhumans,
Robert Wyatt,
Eric Copeland,
Albert Ayler,
Johnny Osbourne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Index,
Soft Machine,
Sound Behaviour,
Au Pairs,
Guru Guru,
Little Man,
JFA,
DJ Sneak,
Frankie Knuckles,
Don Cherry,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
KRS-One,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ludus,
Alton Ellis,
The Moody Blues,
Moss Icon,
The Doors,
Main Source,
The Motions,
Procol Harum,
Cymande,
Dark Day,
New York Dolls,
Sällskapet,
Moby Grape,
John Lydon,
Wally Richardson,
The Slits,
Deadbeat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Television Personalities,
The Associates,
The American Breed,
Nik Kershaw,
Sun Ra,
Hardrive,
The Remains,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fat Boys,
Gong,
Absolute Body Control,
The Evens,
Simply Red,
Boz Scaggs,
The Move,
The Dead C,
The Sonics,
Bad Manners,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Bananas,
Rakim,
Quando Quango,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.