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 Colombia and from Manila.
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 Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the sitar 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 DJ Style to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gabor Szabo,
Judy Mowatt,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Shoche,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Johnny Clarke,
Quadrant,
the Human League,
Kaleidoscope,
The Moody Blues,
David Bowie,
China Crisis,
KRS-One,
Bootsy Collins,
The Angels of Light,
Ken Boothe,
Pet Shop Boys,
Erykah Badu,
Adolescents,
Amon Düül,
Dark Day,
Kurtis Blow,
These Immortal Souls,
Mr. Review,
Yusef Lateef,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pere Ubu,
a-ha,
Faraquet,
Rakim,
Reuben Wilson,
Yaz,
The Monks,
Laurel Aitken,
Intrusion,
Davy DMX,
Urselle,
Man Parrish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Accadde A,
Excepter,
Cameo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Howard Jones,
Warsaw,
Isaac Hayes,
Marine Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Derrick Morgan,
Barbara Tucker,
Maurizio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Divine Comedy,
Chris & Cosey,
The Misunderstood,
Gang Green,
The Neon Judgement,
Gang Starr,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dennis Brown,
Black Pus,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.