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 San Marino and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Make Up to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fortunes,
Crooked Eye,
Fatback Band,
Circle Jerks,
Altered Images,
The Motions,
Lou Reed,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sunsets and Hearts,
Average White Band,
The Red Krayola,
Gastr Del Sol,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Blake Baxter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
U.S. Maple,
Lucky Dragons,
Stockholm Monsters,
Skarface,
Rotary Connection,
The Blackbyrds,
The Divine Comedy,
Unrelated Segments,
The Vogues,
The Neon Judgement,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Flash Fearless,
Ronnie Foster,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Slits,
Spandau Ballet,
Jacques Brel,
Essential Logic,
The Fire Engines,
Steve Hackett,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sugar Minott,
Laurel Aitken,
Quantec,
E-Dancer,
Animal Collective,
Easy Going,
Patti Smith,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Trojans,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Germs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wasted Youth,
Aural Exciters,
Sight & Sound,
Visage,
Funkadelic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.