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 Vanuatu and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar 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 Kerri Chandler to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Tears for Fears,
Slave,
Joensuu 1685,
Bang On A Can,
Joe Smooth,
Henry Cow,
Darondo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
E-Dancer,
Dual Sessions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Albert Ayler,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fear,
Ronan,
Stereo Dub,
The Skatalites,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Names,
Sex Pistols,
Girls At Our Best!,
Massinfluence,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Slits,
Spoonie Gee,
Joe Finger,
Lyres,
Animal Collective,
Sällskapet,
Crime,
Barry Ungar,
Gang Starr,
T.S.O.L.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camberwell Now,
The Blackbyrds,
The Smoke,
Porter Ricks,
Sound Behaviour,
The Dead C,
The Alarm Clocks,
Yaz,
Royal Trux,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Country Teasers,
Don Cherry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Barracudas,
The Toasters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Alphaville,
Duran Duran,
Drexciya,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sparks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Association,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.