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 Dominica and from New York.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Grauzone to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
The American Breed,
Dennis Brown,
Eve St. Jones,
The Blackbyrds,
T.S.O.L.,
The Dave Clark Five,
Oblivians,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lou Reed,
Aural Exciters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DJ Sneak,
DJ Style,
Flash Fearless,
Faraquet,
Arthur Verocai,
Ultra Naté,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Malaria!,
Marine Girls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grandmaster Flash,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Piero Umiliani,
Girls At Our Best!,
Magazine,
Crash Course in Science,
Barry Ungar,
Alison Limerick,
Yazoo,
Mars,
Idris Muhammad,
The Associates,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cluster,
Bronski Beat,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Frankie Knuckles,
Monks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Shoche,
Dawn Penn,
The Slackers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Anakelly,
Cal Tjader,
Deakin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Henry Cow,
Roxette,
The Count Five,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Todd Rundgren,
John Holt,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Unwound,
Cecil Taylor,
Faust,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.