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 Nigeria and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Intrusion to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Loose Ends,
Judy Mowatt,
Marcia Griffiths,
Derrick Morgan,
Sugar Minott,
Cameo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Moleskins,
The Victims,
Anthony Braxton,
Con Funk Shun,
Soul II Soul,
Ronnie Foster,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Inner City,
Kenny Larkin,
Arab on Radar,
Joey Negro,
Patti Smith,
Schoolly D,
The Music Machine,
Minor Threat,
Althea and Donna,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Bananas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Average White Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Maurizio,
The Velvet Underground,
Morten Harket,
Siglo XX,
Brick,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Martian,
Mark Hollis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Monolake,
Trumans Water,
These Immortal Souls,
The Walker Brothers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Boredoms,
MDC,
Gabor Szabo,
Intrusion,
Lungfish,
Aural Exciters,
The Gories,
Youth Brigade,
Jesper Dahlback,
Index,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Modern Lovers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Peter and Kerry,
Fluxion,
Agent Orange,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.