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 Djibouti and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Country Teasers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Chrome,
The Skatalites,
Subhumans,
Bluetip,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jacob Miller,
The Shadows of Knight,
Moebius,
Pagans,
Carl Craig,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Durutti Column,
Oneida,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Guru Guru,
CMW,
Bobby Byrd,
Patti Smith,
Stereo Dub,
Minnie Riperton,
Cameo,
Eddi Front,
Radiohead,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Blake Baxter,
Brothers Johnson,
Mandrill,
PIL,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Smoke,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Soft Cell,
Angry Samoans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Monks,
X-102,
8 Eyed Spy,
LL Cool J,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Groovy Waters,
Kayak,
The Neon Judgement,
Sun Ra,
Pylon,
The Walker Brothers,
The Black Dice,
John Cale,
Delon & Dalcan,
One Last Wish,
Ice-T,
New Order,
Alton Ellis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scion,
Black Sheep,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Red Krayola,
Max Romeo,
Rosa Yemen,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.