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 Qatar and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
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 rhodes 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 Kerri Chandler to the rap 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Unwound,
Massinfluence,
The Buckinghams,
The Pretty Things,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Martian,
London Community Gospel Choir,
cv313,
Surgeon,
Sarah Menescal,
Godley & Creme,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bob Dylan,
Wire,
Johnny Clarke,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Saints,
The Motions,
Moby Grape,
The Gories,
The Smoke,
Grauzone,
DNA,
Alton Ellis,
Quadrant,
Yellowson,
Essential Logic,
Hot Snakes,
Eden Ahbez,
Rotary Connection,
Q and Not U,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Schoolly D,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Judy Mowatt,
Laurel Aitken,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Blues Magoos,
Stiv Bators,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Barbara Tucker,
Altered Images,
The Beau Brummels,
a-ha,
Black Flag,
The Names,
Deepchord,
Fat Boys,
Icehouse,
Lalann,
Visage,
Audionom,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.