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 India and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the dance 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Jawbox,
Agitation Free,
Barry Ungar,
Intrusion,
John Foxx,
Main Source,
Sandy B,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Litter,
One Last Wish,
Skarface,
John Holt,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crispian St. Peters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Moby Grape,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roxette,
Fugazi,
Grandmaster Flash,
Von Mondo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Spandau Ballet,
Scion,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ronnie Foster,
Glenn Branca,
Mars,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nick Fraelich,
Section 25,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Golliwogs,
Television,
Kaleidoscope,
Joy Division,
Bluetip,
Roger Hodgson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Maurizio,
Sixth Finger,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hot Snakes,
Prince Buster,
Eurythmics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Count Five,
Cecil Taylor,
Sparks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Livin' Joy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
cv313,
Alice Coltrane,
Freddie Wadling,
10cc,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.