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 Jordan and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ralphi Rosario to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Radiohead,
The Happenings,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang of Four,
Sex Pistols,
Soft Machine,
The Evens,
Pere Ubu,
The Residents,
The Monks,
Juan Atkins,
Sugar Minott,
Moby Grape,
James White and The Blacks,
Faust,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fugs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Michelle Simonal,
DNA,
Faraquet,
Frankie Knuckles,
New York Dolls,
Roger Hodgson,
Bill Wells,
Derrick May,
Hardrive,
Robert Görl,
Crooked Eye,
The Buckinghams,
Circle Jerks,
UT,
Max Romeo,
Fugazi,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jacob Miller,
Jeru the Damaja,
Franke,
Negative Approach,
Barry Ungar,
Bauhaus,
Robert Wyatt,
Maurizio,
Kayak,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pylon,
Todd Terry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Neu!,
June of 44,
Shuggie Otis,
Boredoms,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Sherman,
David Axelrod,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Accadde A,
The Birthday Party,
Das Ding,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Selecter,
Tubeway Army,
U.S. Maple,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.