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 Saudi Arabia 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Severed Heads to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Amon Düül,
Althea and Donna,
Marmalade,
Technova,
Hasil Adkins,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Sonics,
The Durutti Column,
Adolescents,
Grey Daturas,
Dual Sessions,
Jeff Mills,
Delon & Dalcan,
Juan Atkins,
Arab on Radar,
Essential Logic,
Shuggie Otis,
Soulsonic Force,
Half Japanese,
Desert Stars,
Judy Mowatt,
Nas,
Masters at Work,
Roxette,
Ken Boothe,
Sixth Finger,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Quadrant,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kas Product,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Red Krayola,
Matthew Halsall,
Brand Nubian,
The Neon Judgement,
The Motions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Wake,
The Buckinghams,
The Last Poets,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minutemen,
Alton Ellis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tom Boy,
Sarah Menescal,
Joe Smooth,
Boredoms,
Pussy Galore,
Mission of Burma,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
LL Cool J,
Boogie Down Productions,
Brothers Johnson,
Dark Day,
Dave Gahan,
Jerry's Kids,
Ice-T,
Iggy Pop,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.