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 Costa Rica and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
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 Flamin' Groovies 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
June of 44,
Alton Ellis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Pus,
Gong,
Barry Ungar,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jeff Mills,
Reagan Youth,
The Raincoats,
ABBA,
The Move,
Alphaville,
Rites of Spring,
Unrelated Segments,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fugs,
Bill Near,
Circle Jerks,
Sarah Menescal,
Public Enemy,
Todd Rundgren,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sandy B,
The Five Americans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Absolute Body Control,
Hoover,
Banda Bassotti,
The Sonics,
Soul Sonic Force,
June Days,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rod Modell,
Jawbox,
Nas,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Flipper,
The Victims,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker,
Judy Mowatt,
Sun City Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
Sun Ra,
Charles Mingus,
The Alarm Clocks,
In Retrospect,
Shuggie Otis,
Jacob Miller,
The American Breed,
The Barracudas,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rotary Connection,
Schoolly D,
Patti Smith,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pierre Henry,
R.M.O.,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.