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 Bahamas and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the guitar 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the crunk 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roxette,
The Walker Brothers,
Robert Hood,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Animal Collective,
The Monks,
Scan 7,
Oneida,
Wolf Eyes,
The Move,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tubeway Army,
Bang On A Can,
Gregory Isaacs,
X-102,
Alice Coltrane,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Saccharine Trust,
The Star Department,
Suburban Knight,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Monks,
Avey Tare,
Mr. Review,
the Fania All-Stars,
Circle Jerks,
Delta 5,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Coltrane,
Glambeats Corp.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Public Enemy,
T. Rex,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jandek,
DJ Style,
Suicide,
Dawn Penn,
Carl Craig,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sixth Finger,
Fela Kuti,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Reagan Youth,
Lower 48,
OOIOO,
Brick,
Duran Duran,
Byron Stingily,
Skaos,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ice-T,
Bobby Byrd,
Chris & Cosey,
Spandau Ballet,
The Martian,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.