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 Finland and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eddi Front to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Symarip,
The Blues Magoos,
cv313,
Ohio Players,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cramps,
Trumans Water,
Wire,
Surgeon,
Chrome,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Charles Mingus,
The Dirtbombs,
Eurythmics,
Rufus Thomas,
Monolake,
Khruangbin,
A Certain Ratio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Los Fastidios,
Agent Orange,
Ronan,
Black Sheep,
Dual Sessions,
Scrapy,
Black Moon,
Ituana,
The Evens,
Camouflage,
JFA,
Yusef Lateef,
The United States of America,
Essential Logic,
Pantytec,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eve St. Jones,
Barry Ungar,
Arthur Verocai,
Yazoo,
Nation of Ulysses,
ABC,
DJ Style,
The Divine Comedy,
Sex Pistols,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Seeds,
Niagra,
The Move,
Gang Green,
Davy DMX,
Idris Muhammad,
Maleditus Sound,
Chris & Cosey,
The Stooges,
Eden Ahbez,
Radiohead,
The Names,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Slave,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.