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 Mauritius and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Aaron Thompson to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Qualms,
Cameo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Morten Harket,
Clear Light,
Stockholm Monsters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Flash Fearless,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gabor Szabo,
Idris Muhammad,
The Skatalites,
Half Japanese,
Gang of Four,
Althea and Donna,
Inner City,
Visage,
James White and The Blacks,
The Moleskins,
Main Source,
Don Cherry,
Graham Central Station,
Suicide,
Black Moon,
The Fugs,
Q65,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Man Eating Sloth,
Newcleus,
Stereo Dub,
Yellowson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Popol Vuh,
Jerry's Kids,
Television Personalities,
Flamin' Groovies,
The New Christs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Chris Corsano,
Sex Pistols,
DJ Sneak,
Wings,
The Beau Brummels,
Ornette Coleman,
Roy Ayers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fire Engines,
Gastr Del Sol,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Dead C,
The Associates,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Man Parrish,
the Sonics,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.