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 Laos and from New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Flash Fearless,
Babytalk,
Agitation Free,
Kenny Larkin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pulsallama,
Public Image Ltd.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Darondo,
Gang Starr,
Sparks,
DNA,
Malaria!,
Davy DMX,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Knickerbockers,
Amazonics,
Soul II Soul,
UT,
Brand Nubian,
The Star Department,
Throbbing Gristle,
Khruangbin,
Connie Case,
Sonic Youth,
Minnie Riperton,
The Count Five,
Tom Boy,
Glenn Branca,
Robert Görl,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lakeside,
The Smoke,
Tres Demented,
The Black Dice,
James White and The Blacks,
Dennis Brown,
Kayak,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Essential Logic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jerry's Kids,
Eurythmics,
Maurizio,
The Slits,
The Golliwogs,
Pylon,
Susan Cadogan,
The Stooges,
The Dirtbombs,
The Beau Brummels,
Peter and Kerry,
Bootsy Collins,
Oneida,
Sister Nancy,
Eddi Front,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scratch Acid,
Ituana,
Wire,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.