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 Nepal and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer 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 The Dave Clark Five to the funk 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Accadde A,
Rosa Yemen,
Judy Mowatt,
Clear Light,
JFA,
Sugar Minott,
Carl Craig,
Das Ding,
Fad Gadget,
Shuggie Otis,
Lower 48,
The Searchers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Vogues,
Matthew Halsall,
Nils Olav,
Boredoms,
Basic Channel,
Alice Coltrane,
Depeche Mode,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Birthday Party,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Blues Magoos,
Toni Rubio,
Slick Rick,
Rod Modell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Newcleus,
Gastr Del Sol,
Skriet,
Dual Sessions,
The Monochrome Set,
Procol Harum,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Banda Bassotti,
Sonny Sharrock,
Underground Resistance,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Slave,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Big Daddy Kane,
Unrelated Segments,
Sister Nancy,
Monolake,
The Moody Blues,
Sexual Harrassment,
Barry Ungar,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Minutemen,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Susan Cadogan,
Supertramp,
The Buckinghams,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nirvana,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.