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 Sierra Leone and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum 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 Harmonia to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Duran Duran,
Aaron Thompson,
Main Source,
The Shadows of Knight,
Darondo,
Roxette,
DNA,
June of 44,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ponytail,
Heaven 17,
The Fire Engines,
Robert Hood,
The Raincoats,
Mad Mike,
the Germs,
The Monks,
The Monochrome Set,
Erasure,
Scott Walker,
Bob Dylan,
John Holt,
Electric Prunes,
The Techniques,
Pantaleimon,
The Gun Club,
Sparks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cal Tjader,
Colin Newman,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Alton Ellis,
Outsiders,
Peter and Kerry,
Infiniti,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Moleskins,
The Detroit Cobras,
Adolescents,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Boredoms,
Gabor Szabo,
the Bar-Kays,
Man Parrish,
Schoolly D,
Yaz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Normal,
Donny Hathaway,
Khruangbin,
Lakeside,
John Lydon,
The Gories,
Ice-T,
Hardrive,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.