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 China and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ronan to the funk 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
The Gun Club,
June of 44,
The Selecter,
Graham Central Station,
Marcia Griffiths,
Glenn Branca,
Ten City,
Colin Newman,
Amon Düül II,
Charles Mingus,
Connie Case,
Tres Demented,
Kenny Larkin,
Symarip,
Delta 5,
Q and Not U,
Marvin Gaye,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
James Chance & The Contortions,
David Axelrod,
Banda Bassotti,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Smiths,
Vladislav Delay,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sun Ra,
Fear,
Skaos,
Bauhaus,
the Association,
Grey Daturas,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Human League,
Hashim,
The Alarm Clocks,
Archie Shepp,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cowsills,
John Holt,
The Dead C,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
OOIOO,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Simply Red,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Quantec,
Ornette Coleman,
Hoover,
Quadrant,
The Walker Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gastr Del Sol,
Amon Düül,
kango's stein massive,
8 Eyed Spy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.