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 Comoros 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sister Nancy to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Sexual Harrassment,
Danielle Patucci,
Spandau Ballet,
Ralphi Rosario,
Y Pants,
Tommy Roe,
Radiohead,
Henry Cow,
Chrome,
Monolake,
the Swans,
The Stooges,
The Dead C,
Sam Rivers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Qualms,
Bobby Womack,
Quantec,
Robert Wyatt,
Easy Going,
Jeff Lynne,
Wire,
In Retrospect,
Joyce Sims,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soulsonic Force,
Sex Pistols,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Patti Smith,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Johnny Clarke,
Hoover,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pulsallama,
Barclay James Harvest,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Aaron Thompson,
Harmonia,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Silicon Teens,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Pus,
Robert Görl,
Half Japanese,
Bobby Byrd,
Television,
Grey Daturas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
DJ Style,
FM Einheit,
Index,
Sun Ra,
KRS-One,
Darondo,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Sonics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fear,
Gastr Del Sol,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.