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 Brazil and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare 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 Quando Quango to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
The Five Americans,
Public Enemy,
Grey Daturas,
The Black Dice,
Inner City,
Jawbox,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nik Kershaw,
Lalann,
Zapp,
The Searchers,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wire,
Drexciya,
Juan Atkins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rufus Thomas,
Amazonics,
Stockholm Monsters,
Stiv Bators,
Todd Rundgren,
Albert Ayler,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Victims,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wolf Eyes,
Simply Red,
Interpol,
Oblivians,
Q65,
Erykah Badu,
Roy Ayers,
Bluetip,
Zero Boys,
Mandrill,
Arthur Verocai,
Minny Pops,
The Motions,
Tres Demented,
Fear,
The Cowsills,
The Smiths,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Avey Tare,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Visage,
Alison Limerick,
Yellowson,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Remains,
Circle Jerks,
Blake Baxter,
Big Daddy Kane,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Erasure,
Surgeon,
LL Cool J,
Aloha Tigers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Warsaw,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.