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 Honduras and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Surgeon to the rap 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Deadbeat,
Malaria!,
Glenn Branca,
Trumans Water,
Max Romeo,
Grauzone,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roy Ayers,
Aural Exciters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Faraquet,
The Grass Roots,
Public Image Ltd.,
Spoonie Gee,
Blossom Toes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Duran Duran,
Hoover,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pet Shop Boys,
AZ,
Infiniti,
Camberwell Now,
Kerrie Biddell,
LL Cool J,
Icehouse,
Technova,
Faust,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
X-102,
Black Flag,
The Knickerbockers,
Essential Logic,
Bang On A Can,
Jesper Dahlback,
Electric Prunes,
The Motions,
Avey Tare,
Leonard Cohen,
Neu!,
Symarip,
MC5,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jacques Brel,
Flamin' Groovies,
Henry Cow,
Negative Approach,
Terry Callier,
Deakin,
Hot Snakes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Blake Baxter,
The Star Department,
Animal Collective,
Echospace,
Michelle Simonal,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.