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 Afghanistan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro 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 LL Cool J to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Chris & Cosey,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sight & Sound,
Bronski Beat,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tears for Fears,
Patti Smith,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nick Fraelich,
Michelle Simonal,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fat Boys,
The Dave Clark Five,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
This Heat,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
MDC,
The Smiths,
Sex Pistols,
DJ Style,
Ten City,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Derrick Morgan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Music Machine,
Cybotron,
Sparks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ituana,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
New York Dolls,
Fugazi,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ronan,
Banda Bassotti,
Liliput,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Blancmange,
Aural Exciters,
June of 44,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobby Byrd,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Move,
The Barracudas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Birthday Party,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mo-Dettes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Outsiders,
the Sonics,
Amazonics,
The Pop Group,
Intrusion,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hashim,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.