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 Sudan 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum 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 Gregory Isaacs to the rap 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
The Searchers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Skatalites,
The Knickerbockers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barclay James Harvest,
Duran Duran,
Laurel Aitken,
Harpers Bizarre,
Brand Nubian,
Eric Dolphy,
The Grass Roots,
John Lydon,
David Axelrod,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sixth Finger,
The Count Five,
Ultra Naté,
Television,
New York Dolls,
One Last Wish,
The Evens,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nik Kershaw,
Pylon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crash Course in Science,
Henry Cow,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alton Ellis,
Moby Grape,
Roxy Music,
Au Pairs,
PIL,
Siglo XX,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Gun Club,
Dark Day,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Young Marble Giants,
Erasure,
Rites of Spring,
Pharoah Sanders,
Animal Collective,
James White and The Blacks,
Subhumans,
Gang of Four,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Christie,
R.M.O.,
Dawn Penn,
Youth Brigade,
Simply Red,
Procol Harum,
Beasts of Bourbon,
In Retrospect,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.