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 Azerbaijan and from Edmonton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Graham Central Station to the funk 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Franke,
The Raincoats,
Nirvana,
Rufus Thomas,
The Leaves,
Talk Talk,
Radiohead,
Crooked Eye,
The J.B.'s,
Wally Richardson,
The Human League,
Roxy Music,
The Toasters,
F. McDonald,
T.S.O.L.,
FM Einheit,
Robert Hood,
Groovy Waters,
a-ha,
MDC,
Panda Bear,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Theoretical Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joensuu 1685,
Toni Rubio,
Skarface,
Harmonia,
Eden Ahbez,
Zero Boys,
The Last Poets,
Crash Course in Science,
New Age Steppers,
Loose Ends,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cymande,
Piero Umiliani,
Pharoah Sanders,
Quadrant,
DNA,
These Immortal Souls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eric B and Rakim,
ABBA,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Normal,
Ponytail,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joe Finger,
James White and The Blacks,
Magma,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Liliput,
Intrusion,
Dual Sessions,
Henry Cow,
Icehouse,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Spoonie Gee,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.