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 Monaco and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Association to the rock 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Big Daddy Kane,
Juan Atkins,
Anakelly,
Animal Collective,
Alison Limerick,
Symarip,
Lou Christie,
Mary Jane Girls,
Deadbeat,
The Litter,
Nick Fraelich,
Stetsasonic,
Soul II Soul,
Slick Rick,
Swans,
Arcadia,
Au Pairs,
Pole,
Country Teasers,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gladiators,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Associates,
Faraquet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Oneida,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Theoretical Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rod Modell,
Reagan Youth,
Yazoo,
The Remains,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soulsonic Force,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kerri Chandler,
Bad Manners,
Crash Course in Science,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wings,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Basic Channel,
The Knickerbockers,
Whodini,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ossler,
Absolute Body Control,
Colin Newman,
Erasure,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scott Walker,
X-102,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hoover,
Eric Dolphy,
JFA,
Urselle,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.