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 Latvia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba 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 Banda Bassotti to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
LL Cool J,
Mark Hollis,
U.S. Maple,
Tubeway Army,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wolf Eyes,
Ultravox,
Agitation Free,
the Swans,
The Angels of Light,
June Days,
Avey Tare,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Susan Cadogan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
KRS-One,
Tom Boy,
Smog,
Fela Kuti,
Jeff Mills,
Amon Düül II,
Tears for Fears,
Derrick Morgan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Faust,
Hoover,
The Beau Brummels,
Albert Ayler,
Agent Orange,
X-Ray Spex,
Public Enemy,
Zapp,
Amazonics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rufus Thomas,
Sarah Menescal,
Danielle Patucci,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Happenings,
Marine Girls,
Scan 7,
Television Personalities,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Matthew Bourne,
Liliput,
Niagra,
Los Fastidios,
The Neon Judgement,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yazoo,
The Gories,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Zero Boys,
Barbara Tucker,
Eurythmics,
Hashim,
Skaos,
Das Ding,
Young Marble Giants,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.