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 France and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ 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 Radio Birdman to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hot Snakes,
Sällskapet,
Roger Hodgson,
Fluxion,
Banda Bassotti,
Slick Rick,
Agitation Free,
Monolake,
Rapeman,
Y Pants,
Gregory Isaacs,
Absolute Body Control,
Skarface,
The Raincoats,
L. Decosne,
Susan Cadogan,
New Age Steppers,
New York Dolls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eve St. Jones,
The Names,
Technova,
Quadrant,
Bootsy Collins,
Archie Shepp,
Joe Finger,
Can,
The Birthday Party,
Lalann,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crash Course in Science,
This Heat,
Scan 7,
Fela Kuti,
Joe Smooth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fat Boys,
Terry Callier,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pussy Galore,
ABC,
Make Up,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Niagra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Swell Maps,
Heaven 17,
The Human League,
Essential Logic,
Thee Headcoats,
Eric B and Rakim,
LL Cool J,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.