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 Mauritania and from Stockholm.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Derrick May to the disco 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Wire,
Aaron Thompson,
Ultra Naté,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jesper Dahlback,
Quadrant,
Isaac Hayes,
Tomorrow,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Young Rascals,
Angry Samoans,
Sarah Menescal,
Porter Ricks,
Amazonics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
James White and The Blacks,
Glenn Branca,
Camberwell Now,
The Mojo Men,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Matthew Halsall,
Cymande,
Bob Dylan,
Mantronix,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cowsills,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marc Almond,
Motorama,
Fela Kuti,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Derrick Morgan,
Amon Düül,
the Swans,
Subhumans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eve St. Jones,
Chrome,
The Black Dice,
Wolf Eyes,
Mary Jane Girls,
AZ,
Oblivians,
Pere Ubu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Busters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Donny Hathaway,
Hot Snakes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ornette Coleman,
Ice-T,
The Tremeloes,
The Residents,
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.