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 Egypt and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Neu! to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Magma,
Lee Hazlewood,
Newcleus,
Television Personalities,
Fugazi,
JFA,
The Grass Roots,
Donny Hathaway,
The Alarm Clocks,
Visage,
The Angels of Light,
the Swans,
Gang Green,
Todd Rundgren,
Khruangbin,
Funkadelic,
Fear,
The Star Department,
Minor Threat,
David McCallum,
Neil Young,
Icehouse,
Negative Approach,
Leonard Cohen,
Yaz,
The Busters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Faust,
Babytalk,
the Normal,
Eli Mardock,
the Germs,
Marine Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bronski Beat,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soft Machine,
June of 44,
Boredoms,
Man Eating Sloth,
Shuggie Otis,
Panda Bear,
Camouflage,
FM Einheit,
Idris Muhammad,
Eurythmics,
The Sound,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pharoah Sanders,
David Axelrod,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Gladiators,
The Sonics,
Joey Negro,
Joe Finger,
Sarah Menescal,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Kinks,
Masters at Work,
Kerrie Biddell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Knickerbockers,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.