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 Mauritania and from Hong Kong.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the grime 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Chris & Cosey,
Mantronix,
Deepchord,
The Litter,
Panda Bear,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fatback Band,
Mars,
Maurizio,
Mr. Review,
The Skatalites,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Toni Rubio,
the Human League,
The Doors,
The Zeros,
Matthew Halsall,
Organ,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pere Ubu,
Hasil Adkins,
Half Japanese,
Henry Cow,
Cal Tjader,
Scratch Acid,
Babytalk,
Von Mondo,
Depeche Mode,
Rhythm & Sound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wally Richardson,
Fluxion,
Nas,
John Holt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kayak,
The Dead C,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lakeside,
Donny Hathaway,
The Selecter,
Rites of Spring,
Spandau Ballet,
X-102,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wings,
the Slits,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ronnie Foster,
Carl Craig,
Eden Ahbez,
The Stooges,
Joey Negro,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Skarface,
Circle Jerks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Gories,
The Human League,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.