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 the UAE and from Accra.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the jazz 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Vladislav Delay,
Tres Demented,
Drive Like Jehu,
Amon Düül,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Techniques,
Sound Behaviour,
Amazonics,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Buckinghams,
The Fuzztones,
Morten Harket,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ludus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Barracudas,
Desert Stars,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Godley & Creme,
Barrington Levy,
Outsiders,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Thompson Twins,
Matthew Halsall,
Flamin' Groovies,
Oneida,
The Offenders,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
DJ Style,
Ituana,
Lungfish,
Fad Gadget,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Buzzcocks,
MC5,
The Pop Group,
Juan Atkins,
Porter Ricks,
The Motions,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Todd Rundgren,
Minny Pops,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Flag,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Steve Hackett,
The Tremeloes,
Scion,
The Dead C,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fatback Band,
The Slackers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Vogues,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.