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 Bahrain and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the sitar 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 Angry Samoans to the crunk 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Modern Lovers,
Sight & Sound,
New York Dolls,
The Busters,
48th St. Collective,
E-Dancer,
Avey Tare,
Joyce Sims,
Organ,
The Gories,
The Doobie Brothers,
Public Enemy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marvin Gaye,
Underground Resistance,
Harry Pussy,
New Order,
Depeche Mode,
FM Einheit,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Magazine,
Groovy Waters,
Dennis Brown,
R.M.O.,
Symarip,
The American Breed,
The Black Dice,
The Red Krayola,
the Slits,
Das Ding,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Stetsasonic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Knickerbockers,
The J.B.'s,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Radiohead,
Nas,
Wally Richardson,
Tears for Fears,
Agitation Free,
Glenn Branca,
Duran Duran,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Harmonia,
Bobby Byrd,
Audionom,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Amazonics,
The Doors,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Alarm Clocks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Althea and Donna,
Roy Ayers,
Main Source,
Crispian St. Peters,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.