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 Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
The Toasters,
Babytalk,
Frankie Knuckles,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Germs,
Pantytec,
Ultra Naté,
Kenny Larkin,
The Blues Magoos,
Animal Collective,
FM Einheit,
Cameo,
Jerry's Kids,
Anthony Braxton,
Jawbox,
Roxy Music,
Henry Cow,
June Days,
Stiv Bators,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
LL Cool J,
The Angels of Light,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Slackers,
Joy Division,
Bobby Byrd,
The Neon Judgement,
Brass Construction,
Gang Starr,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ronnie Foster,
F. McDonald,
Basic Channel,
Albert Ayler,
Severed Heads,
Archie Shepp,
Bad Manners,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Donald Byrd,
Pylon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Panda Bear,
Index,
Jeff Lynne,
Aloha Tigers,
Nik Kershaw,
Slick Rick,
the Swans,
H. Thieme,
Underground Resistance,
Scientists,
These Immortal Souls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roy Ayers,
Kerri Chandler,
Lalann,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Offenders,
Isaac Hayes,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.