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 Saudi Arabia and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Gang Green to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
X-Ray Spex,
Flamin' Groovies,
Heaven 17,
Jeru the Damaja,
Piero Umiliani,
Scan 7,
Silicon Teens,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aaron Thompson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yazoo,
Mars,
Carl Craig,
Faraquet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultravox,
Lower 48,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Young Marble Giants,
Rod Modell,
Idris Muhammad,
Junior Murvin,
The Toasters,
Sandy B,
World's Most,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Traffic Nightmare,
Section 25,
The Cure,
The Invisible,
Drive Like Jehu,
Prince Buster,
Animal Collective,
Average White Band,
Neu!,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Anakelly,
Boz Scaggs,
Derrick May,
Black Flag,
The Angels of Light,
The Last Poets,
Lungfish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wire,
Amon Düül II,
The Neon Judgement,
The Leaves,
Popol Vuh,
The Real Kids,
Donald Byrd,
Josef K,
Schoolly D,
Arcadia,
Tears for Fears,
Quadrant,
DJ Style,
Girls At Our Best!,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.