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 Bahamas 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Joy Division to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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 Slackers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Massinfluence,
The Cramps,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Minutemen,
Metal Thangz,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bad Manners,
Freddie Wadling,
Television,
Henry Cow,
The Blues Magoos,
Carl Craig,
Robert Görl,
Ituana,
Stetsasonic,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joe Smooth,
Nas,
Roy Ayers,
Japan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Niagra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Saints,
Minnie Riperton,
cv313,
Stiv Bators,
Fatback Band,
The Associates,
the Normal,
The Golliwogs,
Lungfish,
Silicon Teens,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bob Dylan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Blackbyrds,
Toni Rubio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Franke,
Qualms,
Cymande,
Au Pairs,
Joy Division,
The Trojans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scratch Acid,
Gerry Rafferty,
Don Cherry,
Derrick May,
EPMD,
Slick Rick,
Desert Stars,
Morten Harket,
Yaz,
Archie Shepp,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.