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 Azerbaijan and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Graham Central Station to the rock 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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Von Mondo,
Rosa Yemen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
China Crisis,
Sight & Sound,
Pantytec,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Dead C,
the Swans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Aswad,
Gregory Isaacs,
Agent Orange,
The Gun Club,
John Lydon,
Simply Red,
The Gories,
The Kinks,
Boz Scaggs,
Soulsonic Force,
New Order,
Aaron Thompson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sandy B,
The Slits,
Monks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Brick,
Cameo,
OOIOO,
Blossom Toes,
Kaleidoscope,
Lou Reed,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Faust,
Sun City Girls,
The Wake,
Marc Almond,
Magazine,
New York Dolls,
Alton Ellis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Girls At Our Best!,
Amon Düül,
Dawn Penn,
The Mojo Men,
Animal Collective,
Lower 48,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Warsaw,
Siglo XX,
Thee Headcoats,
Darondo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
FM Einheit,
The Trojans,
Godley & Creme,
The United States of America,
Loose Ends,
Howard Jones,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.