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 New Zealand and from Salvador.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 DJ Sneak to the rock 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Popol Vuh,
Erykah Badu,
Kool Moe Dee,
Second Layer,
The Fugs,
Make Up,
Crime,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Loose Ends,
Moebius,
Freddie Wadling,
Sun Ra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Amon Düül,
Roxy Music,
The Dirtbombs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Banda Bassotti,
Althea and Donna,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Boredoms,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Grey Daturas,
Joyce Sims,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Curtis Mayfield,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Slave,
The Last Poets,
Eden Ahbez,
The Sound,
The Mojo Men,
Gil Scott Heron,
Das Ding,
Tropical Tobacco,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Babytalk,
Harry Pussy,
The Gories,
Susan Cadogan,
The Standells,
Magma,
X-Ray Spex,
D'Angelo,
Soft Machine,
Fugazi,
New Order,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wings,
The Raincoats,
Public Enemy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Flag,
Prince Buster,
Rapeman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
10cc,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.