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 South Africa and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 L. Decosne to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
the Human League,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lungfish,
JFA,
The Divine Comedy,
Cybotron,
The Mojo Men,
Howard Jones,
The Happenings,
Nico,
Rotary Connection,
Barry Ungar,
Hardrive,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Fania All-Stars,
Quantec,
Marmalade,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Shuggie Otis,
Brass Construction,
The Golliwogs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Angels of Light,
June Days,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Smiths,
Theoretical Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Boredoms,
Sugar Minott,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mission of Burma,
Das Ding,
Trumans Water,
The Litter,
Half Japanese,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Faust,
Blossom Toes,
LL Cool J,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tom Boy,
The Music Machine,
Symarip,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joyce Sims,
Davy DMX,
Brick,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Archie Shepp,
Marshall Jefferson,
Popol Vuh,
Suicide,
UT,
Ice-T,
Warsaw,
Groovy Waters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.