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 Chile and from Lagos.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Leonard Cohen to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nas,
The Blues Magoos,
Malaria!,
Tomorrow,
Shuggie Otis,
Maleditus Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
Underground Resistance,
The Durutti Column,
Kool Moe Dee,
Schoolly D,
Theoretical Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mad Mike,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gerry Rafferty,
Essential Logic,
Yellowson,
Alice Coltrane,
Aaron Thompson,
Howard Jones,
Index,
Gichy Dan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Bananas,
Monolake,
Barrington Levy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Chrome,
Qualms,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Drive Like Jehu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Laurel Aitken,
The Pop Group,
John Cale,
Basic Channel,
DJ Style,
Unrelated Segments,
ABBA,
Accadde A,
The Fall,
Slave,
Steve Hackett,
Deepchord,
Joe Finger,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Grass Roots,
Whodini,
Eden Ahbez,
The Skatalites,
Avey Tare,
The Monochrome Set,
The Human League,
Gabor Szabo,
Camouflage,
Outsiders,
UT,
Henry Cow,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.