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 Nicaragua and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
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 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 Kool Moe Dee to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Man Parrish,
OOIOO,
Kurtis Blow,
The Pop Group,
Amon Düül,
Eric Copeland,
The Doors,
Loose Ends,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Flag,
Arthur Verocai,
Barrington Levy,
The Black Dice,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Terry Callier,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Popol Vuh,
kango's stein massive,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Monochrome Set,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jerry's Kids,
Nirvana,
June Days,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Suicide,
The Leaves,
Ralphi Rosario,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Magma,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Sonics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Happenings,
Joensuu 1685,
Josef K,
Howard Jones,
Cymande,
Spoonie Gee,
Andrew Hill,
Sällskapet,
Ken Boothe,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Silicon Teens,
Barbara Tucker,
The Slits,
Young Marble Giants,
Vainqueur,
New Order,
the Swans,
Saccharine Trust,
Albert Ayler,
James White and The Blacks,
Ornette Coleman,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.