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 Germany and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin 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 Hot Snakes to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Grass Roots,
The Velvet Underground,
Boogie Down Productions,
Robert Wyatt,
June of 44,
Soft Machine,
Moby Grape,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Make Up,
Fugazi,
DJ Style,
Black Flag,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Goldenarms,
The Neon Judgement,
Susan Cadogan,
Pagans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Johnny Osbourne,
Funky Four + One,
Mark Hollis,
Dead Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lebanon Hanover,
Aswad,
Tommy Roe,
Interpol,
Unrelated Segments,
Main Source,
Khruangbin,
Lungfish,
E-Dancer,
The Count Five,
Kurtis Blow,
Infiniti,
Man Parrish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bush Tetras,
Animal Collective,
Altered Images,
The Martian,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fortunes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Red Krayola,
Model 500,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soul II Soul,
The Golliwogs,
Smog,
The Zeros,
Ronan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sarah Menescal,
Brass Construction,
Little Man,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Toni Rubio,
Spandau Ballet,
Silicon Teens,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.