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 Bahamas and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lou Reed & John Cale 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Faust,
T. Rex,
Yusef Lateef,
The Kinks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Blackbyrds,
Gang Green,
Aloha Tigers,
Patti Smith,
Bootsy Collins,
Das Ding,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Associates,
Kayak,
The Victims,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fugs,
Suicide,
Fluxion,
Pole,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brick,
The Tremeloes,
The Fuzztones,
Cheater Slicks,
Visage,
Dennis Brown,
Wolf Eyes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dawn Penn,
The Neon Judgement,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Velvet Underground,
Marmalade,
Letta Mbulu,
The Leaves,
Babytalk,
Zapp,
Nas,
the Soft Cell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brand Nubian,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Seeds,
Tears for Fears,
Spandau Ballet,
Slick Rick,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Golliwogs,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Lydon,
Ultravox,
This Heat,
The Barracudas,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fall,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Arthur Verocai,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Chrome,
Intrusion,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.