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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fat Boys to the dance 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Mojo Men,
The Pop Group,
Aswad,
Brick,
Byron Stingily,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
One Last Wish,
The New Christs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Pus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barry Ungar,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Shuggie Otis,
Clear Light,
The Associates,
the Bar-Kays,
Maurizio,
E-Dancer,
Robert Wyatt,
Davy DMX,
The Zeros,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lindisfarne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Sound,
Marshall Jefferson,
Graham Central Station,
The Raincoats,
Roy Ayers,
The Standells,
Darondo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
DJ Style,
Delta 5,
A Certain Ratio,
The Trojans,
Soul II Soul,
cv313,
John Cale,
Make Up,
Neil Young,
B.T. Express,
Colin Newman,
Reagan Youth,
Stereo Dub,
Wally Richardson,
Intrusion,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gang of Four,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crispy Ambulance,
Neu!,
Howard Jones,
The American Breed,
Urselle,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hasil Adkins,
Derrick May,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.