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 Japan and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Tommy Roe to the crunk 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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nation of Ulysses,
Accadde A,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bluetip,
The Move,
Bobbi Humphrey,
La Düsseldorf,
Morten Harket,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lakeside,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tres Demented,
Glenn Branca,
Rufus Thomas,
Inner City,
Faraquet,
Skarface,
Buzzcocks,
Michelle Simonal,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Standells,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brothers Johnson,
Stiv Bators,
the Bar-Kays,
The Electric Prunes,
The Blues Magoos,
The Cowsills,
Scan 7,
The Mojo Men,
Mary Jane Girls,
Public Enemy,
Dave Gahan,
Brand Nubian,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kurtis Blow,
Hot Snakes,
The Black Dice,
Eric Dolphy,
The J.B.'s,
Livin' Joy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Byron Stingily,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Blackbyrds,
The Detroit Cobras,
Blancmange,
Cal Tjader,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tears for Fears,
CMW,
Don Cherry,
Depeche Mode,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Surgeon,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Smoke,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.