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 Greece and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mad Mike to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Index,
DJ Sneak,
The Birthday Party,
In Retrospect,
Quando Quango,
The Zeros,
Trumans Water,
U.S. Maple,
Little Man,
Minny Pops,
Laurel Aitken,
Stiv Bators,
Nirvana,
Young Marble Giants,
Con Funk Shun,
Juan Atkins,
Jacob Miller,
The Gap Band,
Pussy Galore,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marc Almond,
Arab on Radar,
Oblivians,
Glenn Branca,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tubeway Army,
Barry Ungar,
Flamin' Groovies,
Harmonia,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Drive Like Jehu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pulsallama,
The Fire Engines,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Neon Judgement,
Duran Duran,
Shuggie Otis,
The Modern Lovers,
Morten Harket,
Lalann,
Soft Cell,
Ponytail,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Deakin,
The Vogues,
Fugazi,
Theoretical Girls,
Jeff Lynne,
Archie Shepp,
Television Personalities,
The Velvet Underground,
the Slits,
Boz Scaggs,
Slave,
Vainqueur,
the Human League,
Hoover,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.