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 Indonesia and from London.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Chrome to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tears for Fears,
The Barracudas,
The Zeros,
DNA,
World's Most,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Henry Cow,
Delta 5,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lalann,
Gang Starr,
Camberwell Now,
Cecil Taylor,
Lyres,
Con Funk Shun,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Monolake,
F. McDonald,
Marc Almond,
Marine Girls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nils Olav,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lalo Schifrin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fortunes,
the Slits,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Radiohead,
Deakin,
Lebanon Hanover,
H. Thieme,
Marcia Griffiths,
Youth Brigade,
Moss Icon,
Country Teasers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Isaac Hayes,
Intrusion,
Jimmy McGriff,
Echospace,
Malaria!,
Toni Rubio,
Reagan Youth,
Wings,
Marmalade,
Peter and Kerry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
L. Decosne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kerrie Biddell,
Piero Umiliani,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fuzztones,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sonic Youth,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.