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 Armenia and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Velvet Underground to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Sunsets and Hearts,
China Crisis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eric Copeland,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Doobie Brothers,
Johnny Clarke,
Ludus,
Brothers Johnson,
Visage,
Bizarre Inc.,
Underground Resistance,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lyres,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lower 48,
The Searchers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Easy Going,
Spandau Ballet,
DNA,
Depeche Mode,
Donny Hathaway,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scrapy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gap Band,
Animal Collective,
Neu!,
Ronnie Foster,
Peter & Gordon,
Wire,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scientists,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Negative Approach,
Scion,
Lakeside,
Severed Heads,
Trumans Water,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Das Ding,
Quantec,
Tears for Fears,
Sarah Menescal,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Trojans,
David Axelrod,
Derrick May,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Suicide,
Index,
Monks,
Man Parrish,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fela Kuti,
The Index,
Average White Band,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.