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 Cambodia and from New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Eric B and Rakim to the dance 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
The Moody Blues,
Vainqueur,
Wasted Youth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
KRS-One,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aloha Tigers,
The Moleskins,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fugs,
Swans,
Patti Smith,
Eve St. Jones,
Nick Fraelich,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fat Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wire,
Minnie Riperton,
The Doors,
Janne Schatter,
The Toasters,
Bauhaus,
Faraquet,
Agent Orange,
Cheater Slicks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joe Smooth,
Television Personalities,
The Beau Brummels,
Bill Near,
The Detroit Cobras,
Echospace,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wolf Eyes,
The Invisible,
Rosa Yemen,
Stockholm Monsters,
Section 25,
Niagra,
Warsaw,
Man Eating Sloth,
Simply Red,
David Bowie,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Derrick May,
Supertramp,
Aaron Thompson,
the Normal,
The Fortunes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jawbox,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Terrestrial Tones,
Matthew Halsall,
Bad Manners,
The Sound,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.