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 Greece and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sight & Sound to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Make Up,
Erasure,
Cal Tjader,
Roger Hodgson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kenny Larkin,
Cymande,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Urselle,
Cluster,
Bang On A Can,
Aswad,
MC5,
Marc Almond,
Barry Ungar,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ludus,
Sun City Girls,
The Red Krayola,
The Fortunes,
Eden Ahbez,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Lydon,
The Neon Judgement,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Modern Lovers,
The Trojans,
Carl Craig,
Alison Limerick,
Spandau Ballet,
Supertramp,
Godley & Creme,
FM Einheit,
Soul Sonic Force,
The New Christs,
Electric Prunes,
Laurel Aitken,
New York Dolls,
The Litter,
Bauhaus,
Flash Fearless,
Surgeon,
Colin Newman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Divine Comedy,
Royal Trux,
Arab on Radar,
The Electric Prunes,
Idris Muhammad,
Minny Pops,
The Sound,
Warsaw,
Jerry's Kids,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Drive Like Jehu,
Model 500,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
New Age Steppers,
The Slackers,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.