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 Equatorial Guinea and from Milan.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin 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 the Fania All-Stars to the grunge 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a güiro 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 güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lightning Bolt,
Reuben Wilson,
Juan Atkins,
The Pop Group,
Skaos,
CMW,
New York Dolls,
Public Enemy,
Joe Finger,
Gang Green,
Quadrant,
Panda Bear,
Los Fastidios,
Lakeside,
Khruangbin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crash Course in Science,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fad Gadget,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Unrelated Segments,
Spandau Ballet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultra Naté,
Alison Limerick,
Don Cherry,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fuzztones,
Henry Cow,
Eve St. Jones,
China Crisis,
Pole,
Cal Tjader,
Faraquet,
The Cramps,
The Neon Judgement,
The Five Americans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
One Last Wish,
Junior Murvin,
The Slits,
Wire,
Talk Talk,
Piero Umiliani,
Jeff Mills,
David Axelrod,
Josef K,
New Order,
Royal Trux,
DJ Style,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Deadbeat,
Yusef Lateef,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Television Personalities,
The Gun Club,
Eddi Front,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Human League,
The Stooges,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.