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 Brazil and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Matthew Bourne to the dance 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Jacob Miller,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
One Last Wish,
Pussy Galore,
Mr. Review,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Youth Brigade,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Skatalites,
D'Angelo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Gories,
John Cale,
Davy DMX,
Boredoms,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Robert Görl,
The Techniques,
Ossler,
X-101,
Suburban Knight,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tubeway Army,
David Bowie,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Barracudas,
Fat Boys,
Siglo XX,
Buzzcocks,
China Crisis,
Roger Hodgson,
H. Thieme,
L. Decosne,
Sarah Menescal,
Crime,
Gerry Rafferty,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fela Kuti,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Television Personalities,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Red Krayola,
These Immortal Souls,
The Kinks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Heaven 17,
Lucky Dragons,
the Slits,
Tomorrow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jeff Mills,
Surgeon,
Gang of Four,
Khruangbin,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.