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 Singapore and from Taipei.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tres Demented to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Delta 5,
Mary Jane Girls,
Negative Approach,
The Electric Prunes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Smiths,
The Fuzztones,
The Trojans,
The Last Poets,
Suburban Knight,
OOIOO,
Fear,
Lee Hazlewood,
Khruangbin,
Warren Ellis,
Brothers Johnson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Dead C,
Qualms,
Funky Four + One,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hoover,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sound Behaviour,
Joey Negro,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Monks,
Max Romeo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ken Boothe,
Rhythm & Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Silicon Teens,
The New Christs,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Sherman,
Swell Maps,
Wolf Eyes,
Intrusion,
Drive Like Jehu,
Slick Rick,
Ronnie Foster,
The Leaves,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gichy Dan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Oneida,
Japan,
Juan Atkins,
Morten Harket,
The Human League,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Sheep,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Byron Stingily,
Cecil Taylor,
Jeff Lynne,
Parry Music,
R.M.O.,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.