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 Lithuania and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Gabor Szabo to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Tremeloes,
Mad Mike,
Gregory Isaacs,
EPMD,
Bad Manners,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
One Last Wish,
Spandau Ballet,
The Birthday Party,
Brass Construction,
Spoonie Gee,
Half Japanese,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kurtis Blow,
Pere Ubu,
Technova,
DJ Sneak,
Eddi Front,
Traffic Nightmare,
Man Parrish,
Alice Coltrane,
The Martian,
Tim Buckley,
Letta Mbulu,
Joe Finger,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Peter and Kerry,
kango's stein massive,
Stetsasonic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hashim,
Public Enemy,
Mark Hollis,
The Real Kids,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jimmy McGriff,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Star Department,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gun Club,
Wolf Eyes,
June Days,
Oblivians,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yellowson,
Siglo XX,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ornette Coleman,
Audionom,
Cal Tjader,
Joy Division,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.