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 Malaysia and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the disco 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Michelle Simonal,
the Bar-Kays,
The Motions,
The Fire Engines,
The Doors,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Golliwogs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lungfish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Young Rascals,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Charles Mingus,
Gil Scott Heron,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Smog,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Brothers Johnson,
Negative Approach,
Das Ding,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Magazine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Zapp,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kerri Chandler,
Easy Going,
The Buckinghams,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Sonics,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Byrd,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Real Kids,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gun Club,
Andrew Hill,
Todd Terry,
Kevin Saunderson,
Howard Jones,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sun Ra,
Stereo Dub,
Alison Limerick,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scratch Acid,
The Evens,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang of Four,
Cameo,
Soulsonic Force,
Echospace,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.