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 Mauritania and from Lyon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Camouflage,
Jimmy McGriff,
Circle Jerks,
Howard Jones,
Derrick May,
Connie Case,
T. Rex,
Alphaville,
Subhumans,
Joe Smooth,
Michelle Simonal,
Stiv Bators,
Erykah Badu,
Tears for Fears,
One Last Wish,
Toni Rubio,
The Walker Brothers,
Popol Vuh,
Royal Trux,
The Wake,
The Martian,
Wolf Eyes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Germs,
Crime,
Deepchord,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brass Construction,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Funky Four + One,
The Five Americans,
Simply Red,
Minor Threat,
Neu!,
D'Angelo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Massinfluence,
Desert Stars,
Mantronix,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Shoche,
Surgeon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eric Copeland,
The Golliwogs,
Dennis Brown,
The Divine Comedy,
Marshall Jefferson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fugs,
DNA,
Dark Day,
The Blues Magoos,
Minutemen,
The Cure,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.