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 Lebanon and from Beijing.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 The Slits to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Matthew Halsall,
Radio Birdman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Frankie Knuckles,
Adolescents,
Roy Ayers,
MC5,
DNA,
Peter and Kerry,
Arthur Verocai,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Clear Light,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dead Boys,
Pussy Galore,
The Red Krayola,
The Young Rascals,
Hasil Adkins,
F. McDonald,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Moby Grape,
Mark Hollis,
Livin' Joy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
10cc,
The Smoke,
Parry Music,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Neon Judgement,
Darondo,
Deepchord,
Roxy Music,
Max Romeo,
Peter & Gordon,
Anthony Braxton,
cv313,
X-102,
The Selecter,
the Fania All-Stars,
These Immortal Souls,
Aloha Tigers,
Sarah Menescal,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gichy Dan,
Pantaleimon,
Lakeside,
Slave,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Coltrane,
Donny Hathaway,
Smog,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Angels of Light,
Black Moon,
Reuben Wilson,
Depeche Mode,
Moss Icon,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.