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 Mali and from Jakarta.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the dance 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Eve St. Jones,
Nico,
10cc,
Pere Ubu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Erykah Badu,
The Dirtbombs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Suicide,
Derrick Morgan,
Henry Cow,
Deakin,
Jeru the Damaja,
New Order,
Warsaw,
The Leaves,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Flag,
The Durutti Column,
The Invisible,
The Martian,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
X-101,
DJ Style,
Sam Rivers,
Heaven 17,
T.S.O.L.,
Dave Gahan,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Doors,
Neil Young,
Bauhaus,
Liliput,
Magma,
a-ha,
Adolescents,
Ituana,
Lindisfarne,
UT,
Blancmange,
Talk Talk,
Icehouse,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sister Nancy,
Warren Ellis,
Nas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Q65,
The Blues Magoos,
Niagra,
Prince Buster,
Visage,
Newcleus,
Sun City Girls,
The Smiths,
Electric Prunes,
Barry Ungar,
Goldenarms,
David Bowie,
These Immortal Souls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.