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 Colombia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar 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 Radiopuhelimet to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
the Fania All-Stars,
Johnny Clarke,
The Zeros,
Todd Terry,
The Toasters,
A Certain Ratio,
DNA,
Motorama,
Theoretical Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
Byron Stingily,
Drive Like Jehu,
Schoolly D,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ken Boothe,
Davy DMX,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Man Parrish,
LL Cool J,
the Normal,
Chrome,
Clear Light,
Lou Reed,
Big Daddy Kane,
Brothers Johnson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Can,
The Slits,
The Fuzztones,
48th St. Collective,
Parry Music,
Rakim,
Jeff Lynne,
The Trojans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Colin Newman,
Half Japanese,
Ultravox,
Brand Nubian,
Circle Jerks,
The Saints,
X-101,
The New Christs,
The Monochrome Set,
Porter Ricks,
Alton Ellis,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Pus,
Subhumans,
Arcadia,
Shuggie Otis,
Minutemen,
The Litter,
Accadde A,
Andrew Hill,
The Fortunes,
Juan Atkins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dennis Brown,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.