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 Eritrea and from Columbus.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Lebanon Hanover to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Flag,
Ultra Naté,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Sheep,
Donald Byrd,
Wolf Eyes,
The Grass Roots,
L. Decosne,
Lalo Schifrin,
The New Christs,
Gichy Dan,
Popol Vuh,
Lungfish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Banda Bassotti,
Funkadelic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Accadde A,
The Dead C,
DNA,
Heaven 17,
Blake Baxter,
Inner City,
X-102,
Flipper,
Massinfluence,
the Sonics,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Delon & Dalcan,
Second Layer,
John Coltrane,
Maleditus Sound,
The Trojans,
Fugazi,
China Crisis,
Kevin Saunderson,
Electric Prunes,
Alice Coltrane,
Al Stewart,
Mo-Dettes,
Masters at Work,
Slave,
The Litter,
Gabor Szabo,
Reuben Wilson,
X-Ray Spex,
David McCallum,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Misunderstood,
the Association,
Henry Cow,
Nick Fraelich,
Bootsy Collins,
Smog,
Scientists,
Fluxion,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.