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 Somalia and from Portland.
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 Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lou Reed to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Los Fastidios,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scion,
Harry Pussy,
Simply Red,
Gang Green,
Cluster,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crime,
the Slits,
Groovy Waters,
Lindisfarne,
The Fuzztones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bootsy Collins,
John Foxx,
the Association,
The Blues Magoos,
New York Dolls,
Dawn Penn,
The Dave Clark Five,
Robert Görl,
Whodini,
Chris & Cosey,
Bob Dylan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Man Eating Sloth,
Severed Heads,
Graham Central Station,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rites of Spring,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jeff Mills,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Goldenarms,
the Fania All-Stars,
The American Breed,
The Wake,
Crispian St. Peters,
Japan,
Lalann,
Nico,
Rhythm & Sound,
PIL,
Drexciya,
Michelle Simonal,
Kayak,
Cybotron,
Monks,
Todd Terry,
La Düsseldorf,
Sixth Finger,
Archie Shepp,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Albert Ayler,
Rapeman,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.