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 Georgia and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Vogues to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Alphaville,
Franke,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Yusef Lateef,
Make Up,
Pulsallama,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pole,
Lalann,
Nas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Golliwogs,
Half Japanese,
Eddi Front,
Suburban Knight,
Mandrill,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Last Poets,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Morten Harket,
Ice-T,
Eden Ahbez,
Porter Ricks,
The Happenings,
Stiv Bators,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nils Olav,
The Kinks,
The Moleskins,
Dark Day,
Procol Harum,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Patti Smith,
Terry Callier,
Silicon Teens,
Slave,
B.T. Express,
Minnie Riperton,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Prince Buster,
JFA,
Bobbi Humphrey,
E-Dancer,
Magazine,
The Divine Comedy,
Brand Nubian,
The Techniques,
Youth Brigade,
Ronan,
Main Source,
Hot Snakes,
Wolf Eyes,
Rufus Thomas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scientists,
X-101,
Zapp,
FM Einheit,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.