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 Liechtenstein and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare 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 Piero Umiliani to the crunk 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Pierre Henry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marine Girls,
Alison Limerick,
The Fuzztones,
Vainqueur,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Newcleus,
DJ Style,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Radiohead,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nation of Ulysses,
Maleditus Sound,
Infiniti,
Babytalk,
Organ,
Basic Channel,
Isaac Hayes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mantronix,
The Modern Lovers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Davy DMX,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Stetsasonic,
Marmalade,
the Fania All-Stars,
Slave,
Mars,
World's Most,
Subhumans,
Monolake,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Soft Cell,
The Fall,
Whodini,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Delon & Dalcan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Trojans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roy Ayers,
Connie Case,
Lou Reed,
the Human League,
Nils Olav,
Joy Division,
Procol Harum,
Yusef Lateef,
The Neon Judgement,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stereo Dub,
Fugazi,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.