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 Kyrgyzstan and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar 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 Funky Four + One to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Prince Buster,
the Germs,
The Misunderstood,
Anthony Braxton,
Todd Rundgren,
Arab on Radar,
Roy Ayers,
The Smoke,
Flamin' Groovies,
UT,
Mad Mike,
Rekid,
The Tremeloes,
The Count Five,
Janne Schatter,
Scott Walker,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jacques Brel,
Lalann,
In Retrospect,
Delta 5,
Terry Callier,
the Soft Cell,
The Last Poets,
Bad Manners,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Negative Approach,
Jeff Mills,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Los Fastidios,
Clear Light,
Howard Jones,
Cymande,
The Residents,
Michelle Simonal,
E-Dancer,
Niagra,
Bob Dylan,
Lakeside,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fatback Band,
Rufus Thomas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Zeros,
Dead Boys,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Oneida,
Theoretical Girls,
Sun Ra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Graham Central Station,
Index,
Juan Atkins,
Ultimate Spinach,
Brand Nubian,
Kerri Chandler,
Radio Birdman,
John Foxx,
The Victims,
Unrelated Segments,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.