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 Singapore and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Popol Vuh to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Derrick Morgan,
Wolf Eyes,
Mad Mike,
Sandy B,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nils Olav,
cv313,
Inner City,
Glenn Branca,
June of 44,
The Stooges,
Lungfish,
Harmonia,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Camberwell Now,
Camouflage,
The Zeros,
The Blues Magoos,
Bill Near,
Ituana,
Kerri Chandler,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Durutti Column,
The Skatalites,
Bauhaus,
The Beau Brummels,
Jesper Dahlback,
Public Image Ltd.,
Main Source,
Pharoah Sanders,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minor Threat,
Minutemen,
The Gladiators,
Essential Logic,
Intrusion,
JFA,
Idris Muhammad,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eddi Front,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fat Boys,
Alphaville,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Livin' Joy,
Wire,
L. Decosne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Con Funk Shun,
Shuggie Otis,
Godley & Creme,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
James White and The Blacks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Slackers,
Leonard Cohen,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lyres,
Nas,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.