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 Algeria and from Woodstock.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Albert Ayler to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
KRS-One,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Move,
Trumans Water,
Scan 7,
Desert Stars,
Connie Case,
Basic Channel,
E-Dancer,
Sister Nancy,
Q65,
Drive Like Jehu,
Infiniti,
Radiohead,
Marmalade,
The Durutti Column,
Eddi Front,
The Remains,
Chris & Cosey,
Skriet,
Wire,
JFA,
Nick Fraelich,
Cheater Slicks,
The Misunderstood,
Animal Collective,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Buzzcocks,
Danielle Patucci,
Theoretical Girls,
Livin' Joy,
Minnie Riperton,
Idris Muhammad,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fad Gadget,
Arcadia,
a-ha,
Hoover,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Foxx,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Barracudas,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Holt,
Blake Baxter,
Black Bananas,
Hot Snakes,
Shoche,
Easy Going,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Anthony Braxton,
The Happenings,
ABC,
Kaleidoscope,
Arthur Verocai,
Electric Prunes,
Lucky Dragons,
Joyce Sims,
Gichy Dan,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.