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 Brunei and from Lyon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Los Fastidios to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pantaleimon,
Sister Nancy,
Ultra Naté,
Kurtis Blow,
Negative Approach,
Prince Buster,
Rakim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Remains,
Jerry's Kids,
Guru Guru,
Section 25,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Reuben Wilson,
Barbara Tucker,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cal Tjader,
Sarah Menescal,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hot Snakes,
A Certain Ratio,
The Moleskins,
Malaria!,
The Saints,
Essential Logic,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pulsallama,
Monolake,
Cluster,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Real Kids,
Urselle,
Sexual Harrassment,
Terry Callier,
Delta 5,
Terrestrial Tones,
Aloha Tigers,
LL Cool J,
Television,
Carl Craig,
Idris Muhammad,
Swell Maps,
Infiniti,
The Divine Comedy,
Icehouse,
The Buckinghams,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Cale,
Loose Ends,
Soft Cell,
Robert Görl,
Anthony Braxton,
Fela Kuti,
The Smiths,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.