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 Madagascar and from Taipei.
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 Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Kerri Chandler,
The Sound,
The Gap Band,
kango's stein massive,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Television,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Red Krayola,
MDC,
Moebius,
The Pretty Things,
China Crisis,
The Fuzztones,
Basic Channel,
La Düsseldorf,
Scion,
Blossom Toes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mantronix,
These Immortal Souls,
Skriet,
John Holt,
The Fire Engines,
Sonic Youth,
Los Fastidios,
Underground Resistance,
Junior Murvin,
Absolute Body Control,
Sex Pistols,
Pagans,
Spoonie Gee,
The Moody Blues,
The Fugs,
Hasil Adkins,
The American Breed,
Kaleidoscope,
Slave,
Johnny Clarke,
Von Mondo,
Barrington Levy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Piero Umiliani,
Scratch Acid,
Archie Shepp,
K-Klass,
Deadbeat,
Alison Limerick,
Hoover,
Ohio Players,
The Doors,
Nils Olav,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Smog,
Throbbing Gristle,
Alphaville,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Stetsasonic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.