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 Switzerland and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Bobby Byrd to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Morten Harket,
Kurtis Blow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Offenders,
Shoche,
Aaron Thompson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Procol Harum,
Pierre Henry,
Bluetip,
Nirvana,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Invisible,
Tubeway Army,
Hoover,
Con Funk Shun,
The Gun Club,
Country Teasers,
Mr. Review,
Khruangbin,
Wire,
Black Flag,
kango's stein massive,
Sex Pistols,
Ultra Naté,
Underground Resistance,
The Grass Roots,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cybotron,
Radiohead,
Blancmange,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ronnie Foster,
MC5,
Blake Baxter,
Cecil Taylor,
Davy DMX,
Fugazi,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Star Department,
Scratch Acid,
Whodini,
Johnny Clarke,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang of Four,
Kas Product,
Pylon,
Malaria!,
The Black Dice,
Andrew Hill,
Cameo,
Yaz,
Sight & Sound,
The Kinks,
The Toasters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Steve Hackett,
Alton Ellis,
Pantytec,
Don Cherry,
Schoolly D,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.