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 Columbus.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 David Bowie 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 Supertramp to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Bob Dylan,
E-Dancer,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bluetip,
Organ,
Ronan,
Swans,
Fatback Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Hutcherson,
New Age Steppers,
R.M.O.,
Barbara Tucker,
Audionom,
Brass Construction,
The Happenings,
LL Cool J,
Laurel Aitken,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tomorrow,
Boredoms,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Inner City,
F. McDonald,
The Gories,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fugazi,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Severed Heads,
Wally Richardson,
The Fall,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Blossom Toes,
China Crisis,
Siglo XX,
Radio Birdman,
The Grass Roots,
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Arab on Radar,
Brand Nubian,
Ultravox,
Wire,
Barrington Levy,
Lucky Dragons,
Mo-Dettes,
Traffic Nightmare,
T. Rex,
cv313,
Chris & Cosey,
Eurythmics,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bill Wells,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Slick Rick,
Brick,
Black Bananas,
Skaos,
The Slits,
Dennis Brown,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.