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 Malta and from Sao Paulo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ornette Coleman to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Neu!,
Tubeway Army,
The Black Dice,
X-102,
The Slits,
Kas Product,
Das Ding,
The Raincoats,
The Litter,
New Age Steppers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Organ,
Crispy Ambulance,
Suicide,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Absolute Body Control,
Ice-T,
Man Eating Sloth,
Chrome,
the Soft Cell,
Theoretical Girls,
Radio Birdman,
Brand Nubian,
Sam Rivers,
The United States of America,
Swell Maps,
Technova,
Mad Mike,
Aswad,
Monks,
Make Up,
Aaron Thompson,
Pylon,
Con Funk Shun,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Young Rascals,
Henry Cow,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Tremeloes,
Skarface,
Mo-Dettes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
F. McDonald,
The Cramps,
The Gladiators,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Donny Hathaway,
Maurizio,
The Slackers,
The Doors,
Procol Harum,
John Foxx,
Bill Near,
The Pretty Things,
Harpers Bizarre,
AZ,
Donald Byrd,
Janne Schatter,
Al Stewart,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.