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 Nicaragua and from London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Faust to the punk 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Rufus Thomas,
Kas Product,
Pussy Galore,
Livin' Joy,
Grauzone,
Minny Pops,
Cluster,
Subhumans,
Moby Grape,
Joe Finger,
Sam Rivers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sound Behaviour,
China Crisis,
Joe Smooth,
H. Thieme,
Lyres,
Zero Boys,
Los Fastidios,
The Mojo Men,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Chris & Cosey,
Laurel Aitken,
Man Eating Sloth,
Glenn Branca,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Khruangbin,
Shuggie Otis,
Sixth Finger,
The Grass Roots,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Reed,
Porter Ricks,
Skriet,
Hardrive,
The Dirtbombs,
Amon Düül,
Janne Schatter,
the Fania All-Stars,
Erasure,
Unwound,
Symarip,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bauhaus,
Lebanon Hanover,
Television Personalities,
Don Cherry,
The Motions,
The Last Poets,
Gastr Del Sol,
Electric Light Orchestra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mission of Burma,
Magma,
Wings,
Hot Snakes,
Unrelated Segments,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.