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 Gambia and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 The Cowsills to the grime 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Kurtis Blow,
The Smiths,
The Alarm Clocks,
New York Dolls,
Mo-Dettes,
Animal Collective,
Cymande,
The Sound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Trojans,
Joe Finger,
Bang On A Can,
Agitation Free,
Lungfish,
Lower 48,
Whodini,
Scan 7,
Quando Quango,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Angels of Light,
The Residents,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Swans,
Suburban Knight,
Section 25,
The Mummies,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Warren Ellis,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Slits,
Rites of Spring,
U.S. Maple,
Ice-T,
The Invisible,
Iggy Pop,
Zero Boys,
Swans,
Sixth Finger,
Moss Icon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sun City Girls,
Half Japanese,
Brand Nubian,
Lucky Dragons,
Pagans,
Bob Dylan,
The Last Poets,
Drive Like Jehu,
Derrick May,
Sonic Youth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Max Romeo,
Excepter,
Lindisfarne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Pop Group,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rakim,
The Human League,
Peter & Gordon,
Magazine,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.