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 Niger and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bob Dylan to the dance 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Warren Ellis,
Lungfish,
The Dead C,
Silicon Teens,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nas,
Pylon,
Idris Muhammad,
Sun Ra,
Jawbox,
Television,
Babytalk,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Technova,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Make Up,
Marvin Gaye,
Roxette,
Frankie Knuckles,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Interpol,
Minor Threat,
Jeff Lynne,
Negative Approach,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Walker Brothers,
Marcia Griffiths,
X-Ray Spex,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Toni Rubio,
Radiopuhelimet,
48th St. Collective,
The Cure,
The Vogues,
Don Cherry,
Circle Jerks,
The Blackbyrds,
Von Mondo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Main Source,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rapeman,
Slick Rick,
Eden Ahbez,
Bill Wells,
David Bowie,
Cal Tjader,
David Axelrod,
Trumans Water,
Faust,
Deepchord,
This Heat,
Cymande,
The Doors,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Bar-Kays,
Bronski Beat,
Dennis Brown,
Glenn Branca,
Judy Mowatt,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.