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 Guatemala and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Visage to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Minutemen,
Gabor Szabo,
Drexciya,
Lower 48,
Tommy Roe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marvin Gaye,
Stetsasonic,
Aloha Tigers,
Faraquet,
a-ha,
The Standells,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Delon & Dalcan,
Erasure,
the Sonics,
Von Mondo,
Livin' Joy,
This Heat,
Henry Cow,
Black Bananas,
EPMD,
Lebanon Hanover,
Guru Guru,
Juan Atkins,
Con Funk Shun,
Todd Rundgren,
Youth Brigade,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tubeway Army,
Trumans Water,
Panda Bear,
Monks,
Harmonia,
Joyce Sims,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Skatalites,
Deepchord,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Organ,
Judy Mowatt,
Massinfluence,
One Last Wish,
Hasil Adkins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fluxion,
Lakeside,
Avey Tare,
Half Japanese,
Jacques Brel,
The Motions,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.