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 Panama and from Copenhagen.
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 Toronto and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 Cameo to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Smoke,
Scientists,
Hasil Adkins,
Country Teasers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Stereo Dub,
Cal Tjader,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fat Boys,
Gichy Dan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Byrd,
Joey Negro,
Freddie Wadling,
Negative Approach,
Soft Machine,
Derrick May,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bad Manners,
Ohio Players,
The Pop Group,
Symarip,
Adolescents,
Porter Ricks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cheater Slicks,
Sound Behaviour,
The Gladiators,
Y Pants,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Stockholm Monsters,
Altered Images,
Wolf Eyes,
The Doors,
Ultravox,
Electric Prunes,
Franke,
Amazonics,
Amon Düül,
Tubeway Army,
X-101,
The Blues Magoos,
The Names,
The Zeros,
Chris & Cosey,
Harmonia,
Arab on Radar,
Silicon Teens,
Pere Ubu,
Jeff Mills,
Nik Kershaw,
The Remains,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Michelle Simonal,
Au Pairs,
Hot Snakes,
Buzzcocks,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Busters,
Sight & Sound,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.