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 Tanzania and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Ultra Naté to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sun Ra,
The American Breed,
Danielle Patucci,
The Moleskins,
Marine Girls,
The Techniques,
Zero Boys,
Dave Gahan,
Ultra Naté,
Sight & Sound,
The Angels of Light,
The Five Americans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Agitation Free,
Cluster,
Kaleidoscope,
Tropical Tobacco,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hoover,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
In Retrospect,
Bootsy Collins,
Scion,
The Zeros,
kango's stein massive,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rosa Yemen,
Albert Ayler,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Cale,
Malaria!,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Cure,
The Smoke,
The Dave Clark Five,
Camberwell Now,
Massinfluence,
Ituana,
Monolake,
Scratch Acid,
DNA,
Grandmaster Flash,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Blake Baxter,
Stockholm Monsters,
Au Pairs,
Prince Buster,
Deakin,
Nation of Ulysses,
These Immortal Souls,
UT,
Panda Bear,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Aloha Tigers,
Icehouse,
Cheater Slicks,
The Kinks,
Parry Music,
Arcadia,
Minutemen,
Terry Callier,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.