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 Norway and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Oneida to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Buzzcocks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Franke,
Eli Mardock,
June Days,
H. Thieme,
Gang Starr,
DJ Sneak,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Barrington Levy,
Man Parrish,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Monochrome Set,
Rakim,
Nico,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Real Kids,
John Holt,
Metal Thangz,
Judy Mowatt,
the Swans,
Darondo,
Quadrant,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lungfish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The New Christs,
Soulsonic Force,
Robert Wyatt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Brick,
Animal Collective,
Sparks,
The Star Department,
Yellowson,
Cheater Slicks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Alphaville,
Camouflage,
Outsiders,
Marine Girls,
Hasil Adkins,
Glenn Branca,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eric Dolphy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mo-Dettes,
Swell Maps,
The Count Five,
X-Ray Spex,
Gregory Isaacs,
Malaria!,
Niagra,
Scion,
Minor Threat,
The Music Machine,
The Martian,
Yaz,
Quando Quango,
Simply Red,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.