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 Burundi and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rotary Connection to the funk 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Organ,
Derrick Morgan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Judy Mowatt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Depeche Mode,
K-Klass,
The Techniques,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Supertramp,
A Certain Ratio,
Symarip,
John Cale,
The Tremeloes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Trojans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Standells,
Bob Dylan,
Nas,
Sex Pistols,
John Foxx,
MC5,
Infiniti,
Harry Pussy,
Alphaville,
Guru Guru,
Echospace,
Todd Terry,
David Axelrod,
Funky Four + One,
The Fall,
Crooked Eye,
Pantytec,
Eric B and Rakim,
The New Christs,
kango's stein massive,
Rites of Spring,
Talk Talk,
Flash Fearless,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Toasters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sound Behaviour,
The Moleskins,
Crash Course in Science,
The Count Five,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Robert Görl,
The Gories,
Girls At Our Best!,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Star Department,
Bush Tetras,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alice Coltrane,
Barclay James Harvest,
Liliput,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.