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 Montenegro and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Duran Duran to the jazz 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Gregory Isaacs,
Warren Ellis,
Soft Machine,
Stereo Dub,
Lightning Bolt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crime,
Aswad,
Young Marble Giants,
Fela Kuti,
Camberwell Now,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cowsills,
The Misunderstood,
Mantronix,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Real Kids,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Henry Cow,
John Holt,
Minny Pops,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Khruangbin,
The Seeds,
Hoover,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
B.T. Express,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Robert Görl,
Black Moon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fluxion,
Gichy Dan,
Dual Sessions,
Nation of Ulysses,
Schoolly D,
New York Dolls,
New Age Steppers,
Eli Mardock,
Franke,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Underground Resistance,
One Last Wish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Black Dice,
The Young Rascals,
The Selecter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mad Mike,
Pierre Henry,
The Moody Blues,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Quantec,
Letta Mbulu,
Camouflage,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.