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 Macedonia and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Scientists to the crunk 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Accadde A,
Jawbox,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roy Ayers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
10cc,
Slave,
Anakelly,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scientists,
Moby Grape,
Colin Newman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rakim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bob Dylan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pussy Galore,
Organ,
The Victims,
Scan 7,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Silicon Teens,
The Young Rascals,
John Foxx,
Warren Ellis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Germs,
H. Thieme,
Average White Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Mummies,
Rod Modell,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fortunes,
Bill Near,
Interpol,
Erykah Badu,
Amazonics,
Fear,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Japan,
Ice-T,
Flipper,
The Saints,
David Axelrod,
Cymande,
Jacob Miller,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kerri Chandler,
Pantytec,
Isaac Hayes,
Lucky Dragons,
Bootsy Collins,
Jacques Brel,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.