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 Kyrgyzstan and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin 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 Sound Behaviour to the dance 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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 Fania All-Stars,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mo-Dettes,
Scratch Acid,
Reuben Wilson,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Television Personalities,
Grauzone,
Fluxion,
The Gun Club,
Vladislav Delay,
Fela Kuti,
Alison Limerick,
Echospace,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Lydon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kas Product,
New Order,
Negative Approach,
Tears for Fears,
Maleditus Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Moss Icon,
Kurtis Blow,
Roxy Music,
Amon Düül,
The Sonics,
Porter Ricks,
Mr. Review,
Deadbeat,
Tom Boy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Television,
The Residents,
Funky Four + One,
The Moleskins,
The Raincoats,
Ice-T,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eden Ahbez,
the Sonics,
The Wake,
Easy Going,
Agitation Free,
Yellowson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Brothers Johnson,
F. McDonald,
The Cowsills,
Sister Nancy,
Arcadia,
Ronnie Foster,
Kool Moe Dee,
Liliput,
Dark Day,
Lee Hazlewood,
Delta 5,
Bush Tetras,
Index,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dead Boys,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.