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 Estonia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the jazz 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joe Finger,
Blancmange,
David McCallum,
Charles Mingus,
Scrapy,
Altered Images,
Suicide,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sugar Minott,
Moss Icon,
Nik Kershaw,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marmalade,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Brothers Johnson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cecil Taylor,
Todd Terry,
Intrusion,
The Victims,
The Dirtbombs,
Peter & Gordon,
Average White Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobby Womack,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Basic Channel,
Marc Almond,
the Sonics,
New Order,
Boz Scaggs,
Leonard Cohen,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Echospace,
Kurtis Blow,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Pus,
Skriet,
Mad Mike,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Normal,
Black Flag,
Dual Sessions,
Bauhaus,
the Bar-Kays,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fat Boys,
The Young Rascals,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camberwell Now,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marine Girls,
Minor Threat,
The Cramps,
Drive Like Jehu,
Flipper,
Funky Four + One,
Pulsallama,
B.T. Express,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.