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 East Timor and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar 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 Maleditus Sound to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Brothers Johnson,
Matthew Halsall,
Max Romeo,
Monolake,
the Human League,
Deepchord,
New Order,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Grass Roots,
Urselle,
Spandau Ballet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Pretty Things,
Rites of Spring,
La Düsseldorf,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Buckinghams,
LL Cool J,
The Cure,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Fania All-Stars,
Icehouse,
Bobby Womack,
The Last Poets,
Pussy Galore,
Scott Walker,
The Birthday Party,
cv313,
The Gun Club,
Ice-T,
Whodini,
Rakim,
CMW,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Country Teasers,
KRS-One,
The Angels of Light,
Eurythmics,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gichy Dan,
Adolescents,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lindisfarne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dawn Penn,
Tom Boy,
Scion,
Roxette,
Lungfish,
The Smiths,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ohio Players,
Bronski Beat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Andrew Hill,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.