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 Korea North and from Lagos.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sexual Harrassment 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Connie Case,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Busters,
Ultra Naté,
Groovy Waters,
Dave Gahan,
Nick Fraelich,
Idris Muhammad,
Section 25,
Brothers Johnson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Panda Bear,
Nik Kershaw,
Bluetip,
Accadde A,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Barry Ungar,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Arcadia,
the Sonics,
Underground Resistance,
Cybotron,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Boredoms,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pierre Henry,
The Cowsills,
The Residents,
The Knickerbockers,
Yazoo,
Eric Dolphy,
Marine Girls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pantytec,
Half Japanese,
The Walker Brothers,
Hashim,
Aswad,
Loose Ends,
Visage,
Los Fastidios,
A Certain Ratio,
Don Cherry,
The Sonics,
the Association,
Glenn Branca,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
New Age Steppers,
Q and Not U,
Au Pairs,
David McCallum,
LL Cool J,
Jerry's Kids,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Moody Blues,
Warsaw,
The Trojans,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.