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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Neil Young to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
10cc,
Accadde A,
R.M.O.,
The Detroit Cobras,
Groovy Waters,
Deadbeat,
Derrick Morgan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fat Boys,
Depeche Mode,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Zeros,
The Smoke,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Faraquet,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soul II Soul,
Con Funk Shun,
Moby Grape,
DJ Sneak,
Trumans Water,
K-Klass,
Susan Cadogan,
The Five Americans,
The Star Department,
Japan,
One Last Wish,
Marvin Gaye,
Peter and Kerry,
Porter Ricks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Knickerbockers,
Schoolly D,
Smog,
Malaria!,
Robert Hood,
Sexual Harrassment,
Excepter,
Suicide,
Can,
Barry Ungar,
The Pop Group,
Michelle Simonal,
Dennis Brown,
The Real Kids,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Minnie Riperton,
This Heat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Visage,
cv313,
Stiv Bators,
Minny Pops,
New Age Steppers,
The Index,
Spandau Ballet,
FM Einheit,
kango's stein massive,
Dual Sessions,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.