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 South Africa and from Delhi.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin 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 Ultra Naté to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tres Demented,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Martian,
Colin Newman,
The Walker Brothers,
Lakeside,
Eric Copeland,
Albert Ayler,
Circle Jerks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bang On A Can,
Goldenarms,
Mo-Dettes,
cv313,
Aloha Tigers,
Electric Prunes,
The Divine Comedy,
Rufus Thomas,
Flash Fearless,
The Gun Club,
Gabor Szabo,
Janne Schatter,
Suburban Knight,
Adolescents,
Essential Logic,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Patti Smith,
Massinfluence,
Andrew Hill,
Rapeman,
Avey Tare,
The Grass Roots,
The Cowsills,
Fugazi,
U.S. Maple,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sight & Sound,
The Sound,
The J.B.'s,
The Gap Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Au Pairs,
The Music Machine,
Rod Modell,
The Slits,
Bluetip,
Erykah Badu,
Young Marble Giants,
Can,
Drexciya,
Das Ding,
X-102,
Lightning Bolt,
Robert Görl,
Tropical Tobacco,
Desert Stars,
Simply Red,
Unwound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.