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 Niger and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro 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 World's Most to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Bad Manners,
Lucky Dragons,
Depeche Mode,
Adolescents,
Duran Duran,
X-102,
Fat Boys,
The Barracudas,
Dave Gahan,
Rotary Connection,
The Evens,
Morten Harket,
Nirvana,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Raincoats,
Thee Headcoats,
Nas,
Youth Brigade,
The Tremeloes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hashim,
Pierre Henry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fela Kuti,
Deadbeat,
Magma,
Wings,
The Fortunes,
the Human League,
The J.B.'s,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Guru Guru,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Von Mondo,
Wolf Eyes,
Cecil Taylor,
Grauzone,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Isaac Hayes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Panda Bear,
Brass Construction,
The Music Machine,
Marc Almond,
Second Layer,
MC5,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Al Stewart,
Jacob Miller,
Neil Young,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tommy Roe,
Lyres,
Kaleidoscope,
EPMD,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.