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 Niger and from Lille.
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 Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Josef K to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Soulsonic Force,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Iggy Pop,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rosa Yemen,
Alison Limerick,
Neu!,
Roxette,
Subhumans,
Soft Cell,
Magma,
Rakim,
Mark Hollis,
Minny Pops,
Royal Trux,
Marc Almond,
OOIOO,
Monolake,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sällskapet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Offenders,
Andrew Hill,
Charles Mingus,
Cluster,
Vladislav Delay,
Joey Negro,
Ossler,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fugazi,
The Moleskins,
the Soft Cell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gun Club,
MDC,
Jacob Miller,
Byron Stingily,
Agitation Free,
Whodini,
Lakeside,
Gabor Szabo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
E-Dancer,
Groovy Waters,
Procol Harum,
Anakelly,
Wasted Youth,
T. Rex,
Graham Central Station,
Deepchord,
The Modern Lovers,
Danielle Patucci,
Deadbeat,
Scan 7,
Cameo,
Bobby Byrd,
Sam Rivers,
Barrington Levy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.