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 Ukraine and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Lou Reed 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 Sun City Girls to the electroclash 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Boredoms,
ABC,
Quadrant,
Gregory Isaacs,
Q65,
Nils Olav,
World's Most,
Stiv Bators,
Dark Day,
Supertramp,
Hot Snakes,
June of 44,
Average White Band,
Jacob Miller,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Anakelly,
The Alarm Clocks,
The J.B.'s,
The Shadows of Knight,
Thee Headcoats,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pagans,
The Fuzztones,
Talk Talk,
Blancmange,
The Dave Clark Five,
Panda Bear,
Junior Murvin,
Rotary Connection,
Stetsasonic,
Ronnie Foster,
Gong,
Procol Harum,
Severed Heads,
Siglo XX,
Yusef Lateef,
The Dead C,
Aloha Tigers,
Kurtis Blow,
Deakin,
The Monochrome Set,
Nation of Ulysses,
Negative Approach,
Skaos,
Delta 5,
Brothers Johnson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Barracudas,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minny Pops,
Amon Düül,
Eric Copeland,
Judy Mowatt,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Girls At Our Best!,
T. Rex,
Darondo,
Bronski Beat,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.