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 Senegal and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mantronix to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Yusef Lateef,
The Cowsills,
China Crisis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Steve Hackett,
The Modern Lovers,
Robert Görl,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rites of Spring,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Circle Jerks,
Technova,
The Velvet Underground,
Kenny Larkin,
Marvin Gaye,
Minor Threat,
Sex Pistols,
Black Sheep,
The Stooges,
The Toasters,
Eurythmics,
Moss Icon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Royal Trux,
The Young Rascals,
The Last Poets,
The Slits,
Oneida,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fear,
Mad Mike,
The Trojans,
Television,
Anthony Braxton,
Al Stewart,
Aswad,
Bill Near,
Kurtis Blow,
The Move,
Andrew Hill,
Juan Atkins,
The New Christs,
Von Mondo,
The Offenders,
Joe Finger,
Basic Channel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Todd Rundgren,
Sister Nancy,
Echospace,
Symarip,
Urselle,
Heaven 17,
Supertramp,
Dave Gahan,
Jeff Mills,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
T. Rex,
The Electric Prunes,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.