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 Congo and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lille.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Zeros to the rap 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
John Lydon,
Lalann,
Pylon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dead Boys,
Rufus Thomas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Leonard Cohen,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Procol Harum,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Wake,
Michelle Simonal,
Sparks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Radio Birdman,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cal Tjader,
Big Daddy Kane,
Drive Like Jehu,
Amon Düül,
the Human League,
The Fire Engines,
Ituana,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sandy B,
Swell Maps,
The Cramps,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soft Machine,
Funkadelic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Severed Heads,
The Birthday Party,
Jacob Miller,
Soulsonic Force,
Fela Kuti,
Bush Tetras,
Groovy Waters,
Rosa Yemen,
Joy Division,
Japan,
Eric Copeland,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Christie,
Rapeman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mantronix,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Parry Music,
Sam Rivers,
Faust,
Depeche Mode,
Robert Görl,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.