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 France and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the funk 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
E-Dancer,
Theoretical Girls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Starr,
Au Pairs,
Dark Day,
The Black Dice,
Joey Negro,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Todd Rundgren,
New Order,
Gerry Rafferty,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Amazonics,
The Angels of Light,
Sexual Harrassment,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Youth Brigade,
Nico,
Average White Band,
Mandrill,
Judy Mowatt,
Jerry Gold Smith,
ABC,
Aaron Thompson,
Bill Near,
Underground Resistance,
Warren Ellis,
Gong,
Colin Newman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fugazi,
Procol Harum,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grey Daturas,
Funky Four + One,
Marine Girls,
The Five Americans,
Parry Music,
The Birthday Party,
The Mummies,
The J.B.'s,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Main Source,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Shoche,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Boredoms,
Soulsonic Force,
Public Image Ltd.,
Babytalk,
Nirvana,
The Pretty Things,
Ten City,
the Association,
FM Einheit,
10cc,
Suicide,
The Cramps,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.