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 Dominican Republic and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Guru Guru to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
David Axelrod,
The J.B.'s,
the Swans,
Drexciya,
The Mummies,
Crime,
John Holt,
Q and Not U,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Skarface,
Con Funk Shun,
Deepchord,
Jerry's Kids,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
L. Decosne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Slick Rick,
The Toasters,
cv313,
The Saints,
Robert Wyatt,
Derrick May,
Vladislav Delay,
Gastr Del Sol,
PIL,
KRS-One,
Monks,
Saccharine Trust,
Cluster,
Terrestrial Tones,
Animal Collective,
Public Image Ltd.,
Absolute Body Control,
John Coltrane,
Neu!,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Slits,
Lungfish,
B.T. Express,
Sarah Menescal,
Max Romeo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ice-T,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Basic Channel,
The Victims,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minny Pops,
The Knickerbockers,
Slave,
Pharoah Sanders,
Graham Central Station,
Anthony Braxton,
The Detroit Cobras,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Judy Mowatt,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.