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 Nauru and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Zeros to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Trojans,
The Beau Brummels,
Tomorrow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Angels of Light,
Motorama,
Vainqueur,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mars,
Cecil Taylor,
Bauhaus,
Kurtis Blow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ronan,
Young Marble Giants,
UT,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Leaves,
The Black Dice,
In Retrospect,
Anakelly,
The Index,
Brothers Johnson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Zero Boys,
Television,
Von Mondo,
The Birthday Party,
Gichy Dan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Schoolly D,
Andrew Hill,
Angry Samoans,
Bobby Womack,
Eve St. Jones,
Pantaleimon,
The Fall,
Easy Going,
Unrelated Segments,
Ice-T,
KRS-One,
DJ Style,
The Young Rascals,
Skarface,
The Divine Comedy,
Cybotron,
Kayak,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Real Kids,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nils Olav,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ultra Naté,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Slits,
The Alarm Clocks,
Heaven 17,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.