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 Angola and from Copenhagen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Hasil Adkins to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yellowson,
Cluster,
Moebius,
Black Pus,
Franke,
Section 25,
Donald Byrd,
Rites of Spring,
Absolute Body Control,
Johnny Clarke,
Neu!,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Raincoats,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Letta Mbulu,
The Music Machine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
June Days,
Fad Gadget,
Gabor Szabo,
F. McDonald,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dawn Penn,
Smog,
The Doobie Brothers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Matthew Halsall,
Hoover,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Index,
Unwound,
Stiv Bators,
Iggy Pop,
Bronski Beat,
Jandek,
The Gap Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Warren Ellis,
The Dead C,
Bluetip,
Harmonia,
Ituana,
Ronan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Qualms,
In Retrospect,
LL Cool J,
Grandmaster Flash,
Boredoms,
Surgeon,
T. Rex,
Minor Threat,
Yazoo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Trojans,
Carl Craig,
Arcadia,
Byron Stingily,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hot Snakes,
Flipper,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.