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 Libya and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe 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 The Selecter to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Letta Mbulu,
The Electric Prunes,
Minutemen,
Eric Copeland,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Negative Approach,
The Red Krayola,
Bill Near,
The Index,
New York Dolls,
X-Ray Spex,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bronski Beat,
Johnny Clarke,
Amon Düül II,
kango's stein massive,
Amazonics,
MC5,
Adolescents,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Aswad,
Half Japanese,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alison Limerick,
The Remains,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fortunes,
Essential Logic,
Quantec,
The Dead C,
The Gladiators,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultra Naté,
Das Ding,
Barry Ungar,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barrington Levy,
PIL,
Circle Jerks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
D'Angelo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sandy B,
Man Parrish,
Fat Boys,
John Holt,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marine Girls,
Nico,
Gastr Del Sol,
Robert Görl,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fall,
Bad Manners,
The Star Department,
Duran Duran,
The Buckinghams,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.