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 Netherlands and from Lagos.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 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 Groovy Waters to the funk 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Patti Smith,
The Electric Prunes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dead Boys,
The Smiths,
Harpers Bizarre,
Popol Vuh,
Quadrant,
The Birthday Party,
Tropical Tobacco,
Yazoo,
Q65,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Throbbing Gristle,
Alton Ellis,
the Germs,
Flipper,
Simply Red,
Cal Tjader,
The Slackers,
Duran Duran,
Pere Ubu,
The Searchers,
The Martian,
The Fugs,
DJ Sneak,
Soft Cell,
Monks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scrapy,
Los Fastidios,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Move,
Rapeman,
Brand Nubian,
Al Stewart,
Lucky Dragons,
Pantytec,
Morten Harket,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Franke,
Godley & Creme,
Boredoms,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roxette,
Byron Stingily,
OOIOO,
Eve St. Jones,
Ultra Naté,
Vladislav Delay,
Youth Brigade,
Roxy Music,
Motorama,
Desert Stars,
Ice-T,
Andrew Hill,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Reagan Youth,
kango's stein massive,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.