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 Uganda and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
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 linndrum 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 X-102 to the rap 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Technova,
Mary Jane Girls,
Prince Buster,
OOIOO,
48th St. Collective,
Alice Coltrane,
Nirvana,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Tom Boy,
These Immortal Souls,
Rotary Connection,
Newcleus,
Cymande,
Deepchord,
The Monks,
Metal Thangz,
Radiopuhelimet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Niagra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pole,
Minnie Riperton,
Crooked Eye,
Section 25,
Inner City,
Warsaw,
Brand Nubian,
Mr. Review,
Nick Fraelich,
Tim Buckley,
Swans,
The Fortunes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Althea and Donna,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bizarre Inc.,
ABC,
KRS-One,
Carl Craig,
The Selecter,
Mandrill,
The Litter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bill Wells,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
cv313,
Sonic Youth,
Shuggie Otis,
The Five Americans,
Parry Music,
Darondo,
Lakeside,
Avey Tare,
Crispy Ambulance,
Reagan Youth,
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Sherman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.