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 Sweden and from Delhi.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Marine Girls to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Country Teasers,
Newcleus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Schoolly D,
the Germs,
Blancmange,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Mummies,
Mo-Dettes,
Henry Cow,
The Count Five,
Make Up,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Iggy Pop,
Cecil Taylor,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Slave,
Crash Course in Science,
Animal Collective,
Drexciya,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Saints,
Au Pairs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Das Ding,
The Invisible,
The Sonics,
Toni Rubio,
The Knickerbockers,
The Mojo Men,
Mission of Burma,
Monks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Simply Red,
Idris Muhammad,
The Toasters,
Rod Modell,
Bobby Womack,
the Slits,
Marvin Gaye,
Cymande,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Godley & Creme,
Cybotron,
Minutemen,
Motorama,
Joey Negro,
Matthew Bourne,
Alison Limerick,
Soulsonic Force,
Technova,
Faraquet,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.