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 Vietnam and from Portland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 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 The Selecter to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Nik Kershaw,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
FM Einheit,
The Sound,
ABC,
Delta 5,
Nico,
Inner City,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The New Christs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Negative Approach,
Average White Band,
The Remains,
Isaac Hayes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pierre Henry,
David Bowie,
Eric Copeland,
Rapeman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Malaria!,
The Modern Lovers,
Con Funk Shun,
Amon Düül,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Johnny Clarke,
Shoche,
The Toasters,
The Leaves,
Ultra Naté,
Erykah Badu,
Cymande,
Oneida,
Gang Gang Dance,
Traffic Nightmare,
Moss Icon,
Scrapy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Robert Wyatt,
The Gun Club,
Joyce Sims,
Black Pus,
The Birthday Party,
Ultimate Spinach,
Leonard Cohen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jacques Brel,
Little Man,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Names,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tres Demented,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ornette Coleman,
Los Fastidios,
Newcleus,
The Fugs,
Television,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.