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 Ivory Coast 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
The Names,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rosa Yemen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Sherman,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lalann,
The Music Machine,
Dave Gahan,
Sun Ra,
Max Romeo,
Minutemen,
Surgeon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Avey Tare,
Moss Icon,
Dark Day,
Kaleidoscope,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tres Demented,
Matthew Halsall,
Index,
Faraquet,
Talk Talk,
Nico,
Vainqueur,
Wally Richardson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dual Sessions,
Lee Hazlewood,
Junior Murvin,
The Alarm Clocks,
T. Rex,
Sex Pistols,
Laurel Aitken,
Saccharine Trust,
Peter and Kerry,
Rakim,
Graham Central Station,
UT,
Los Fastidios,
The Dirtbombs,
Shuggie Otis,
48th St. Collective,
Pantytec,
Chrome,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Oblivians,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hot Snakes,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Slits,
Carl Craig,
MC5,
Popol Vuh,
Toni Rubio,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.