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 Sierra Leone and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Sound to the grime 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '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 Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Newcleus,
Electric Prunes,
kango's stein massive,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
DNA,
Little Man,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tomorrow,
Henry Cow,
Rufus Thomas,
Mr. Review,
Ralphi Rosario,
Aloha Tigers,
UT,
John Lydon,
Tim Buckley,
Boz Scaggs,
Interpol,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scion,
Goldenarms,
The Mummies,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lakeside,
Kayak,
Monolake,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Juan Atkins,
X-102,
Black Flag,
Metal Thangz,
Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Görl,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultimate Spinach,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Human League,
La Düsseldorf,
Albert Ayler,
Leonard Cohen,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Standells,
Amazonics,
Vainqueur,
Scan 7,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Chris Corsano,
Crash Course in Science,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jawbox,
The Cowsills,
The J.B.'s,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bill Wells,
Shoche,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.