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 Ivory Coast and from Tokyo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum 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 Kas Product to the crunk 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gong,
Massinfluence,
Hasil Adkins,
Model 500,
Oblivians,
Das Ding,
The Count Five,
Sugar Minott,
Harmonia,
Desert Stars,
Aswad,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bush Tetras,
Audionom,
Agent Orange,
Terry Callier,
48th St. Collective,
Robert Wyatt,
Pylon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Zero Boys,
The Durutti Column,
Ultra Naté,
The Seeds,
Joensuu 1685,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soul Sonic Force,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Womack,
The Angels of Light,
The American Breed,
The Moleskins,
Blancmange,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Magma,
Liliput,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Mojo Men,
Rufus Thomas,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tres Demented,
The Divine Comedy,
Matthew Bourne,
Marc Almond,
Morten Harket,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gun Club,
The Busters,
Ohio Players,
Flipper,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Music Machine,
the Soft Cell,
Carl Craig,
Panda Bear,
Johnny Clarke,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.