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 Ukraine and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Fela Kuti,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mandrill,
Laurel Aitken,
E-Dancer,
Visage,
Archie Shepp,
X-102,
The Litter,
Oblivians,
The Cure,
K-Klass,
Barrington Levy,
The United States of America,
Soft Machine,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Second Layer,
Y Pants,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pere Ubu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rakim,
Nik Kershaw,
Cameo,
Don Cherry,
Ronnie Foster,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Flag,
Quantec,
James Chance & The Contortions,
PIL,
Barry Ungar,
Section 25,
Freddie Wadling,
Metal Thangz,
Grauzone,
Severed Heads,
Gerry Rafferty,
Letta Mbulu,
The Buckinghams,
The Cramps,
Bootsy Collins,
Q65,
Patti Smith,
Tim Buckley,
Crooked Eye,
The Red Krayola,
X-Ray Spex,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Young Rascals,
Bluetip,
The Selecter,
Brass Construction,
Vainqueur,
Lakeside,
Underground Resistance,
The Move,
The Gap Band,
Dennis Brown,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.