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 Benin and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Moleskins to the punk 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Holt,
Laurel Aitken,
Aloha Tigers,
Silicon Teens,
Jeru the Damaja,
Moss Icon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Skarface,
Todd Terry,
Derrick Morgan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Fania All-Stars,
Barry Ungar,
Aswad,
Essential Logic,
cv313,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lalann,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rites of Spring,
Prince Buster,
Lakeside,
Porter Ricks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Faust,
Gong,
The Barracudas,
Minny Pops,
Audionom,
Heaven 17,
Kenny Larkin,
Aaron Thompson,
Organ,
The Neon Judgement,
The Blues Magoos,
Depeche Mode,
Magma,
The Zeros,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dave Gahan,
Sex Pistols,
Yaz,
Yazoo,
the Swans,
Dual Sessions,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Brothers Johnson,
The Knickerbockers,
Los Fastidios,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crooked Eye,
Television,
Al Stewart,
June of 44,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lungfish,
The Standells,
The Index,
Black Sheep,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.