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 Namibia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mission of Burma to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
The Move,
Sun Ra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fuzztones,
Ken Boothe,
Lakeside,
Fluxion,
Todd Terry,
The Seeds,
Piero Umiliani,
Easy Going,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sixth Finger,
New Order,
Minny Pops,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Evens,
Lebanon Hanover,
Blossom Toes,
Deadbeat,
Pagans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Danielle Patucci,
Marc Almond,
The Smoke,
Hasil Adkins,
Scientists,
Bad Manners,
Chrome,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ohio Players,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The New Christs,
The Trojans,
X-Ray Spex,
Soft Cell,
The Slits,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Tremeloes,
David McCallum,
Robert Wyatt,
Cluster,
John Lydon,
Yellowson,
Livin' Joy,
Yusef Lateef,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Essential Logic,
Todd Rundgren,
Marine Girls,
Nik Kershaw,
Monks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Guru Guru,
PIL,
Donny Hathaway,
The Monks,
Rufus Thomas,
Bluetip,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.