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 Latvia and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Donald Fagen 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 The Electric Prunes to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Brand Nubian,
Rotary Connection,
Yellowson,
The Real Kids,
Soft Cell,
Kaleidoscope,
Marcia Griffiths,
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pere Ubu,
Rakim,
Danielle Patucci,
U.S. Maple,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Swans,
LL Cool J,
Ornette Coleman,
Newcleus,
the Soft Cell,
Crime,
The Electric Prunes,
The Skatalites,
Radiohead,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ronnie Foster,
Radio Birdman,
R.M.O.,
The Wake,
Wire,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Audionom,
Janne Schatter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Foxx,
Chrome,
One Last Wish,
Quando Quango,
Max Romeo,
the Slits,
Rekid,
Aural Exciters,
The Vogues,
Fela Kuti,
Junior Murvin,
Lightning Bolt,
Kurtis Blow,
The Modern Lovers,
Joyce Sims,
Wings,
the Human League,
Cheater Slicks,
The New Christs,
Neil Young,
Derrick May,
Scrapy,
Sarah Menescal,
Hashim,
Depeche Mode,
Matthew Halsall,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.