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 Korea North and from London.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the electroclash 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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Fear,
Max Romeo,
Flipper,
The Detroit Cobras,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Japan,
Sonic Youth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Robert Hood,
Ronnie Foster,
The Angels of Light,
Camouflage,
Cybotron,
David McCallum,
Scan 7,
Eddi Front,
Wolf Eyes,
Boz Scaggs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Archie Shepp,
Michelle Simonal,
Bob Dylan,
The Leaves,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Talk Talk,
The Count Five,
Mad Mike,
Soul Sonic Force,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Stooges,
Sällskapet,
Unwound,
Ornette Coleman,
Alphaville,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Music Machine,
The Red Krayola,
Index,
Animal Collective,
the Soft Cell,
Marine Girls,
The Monochrome Set,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Donny Hathaway,
Howard Jones,
Harmonia,
The Cowsills,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Zeros,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ten City,
The Barracudas,
The Five Americans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rhythm & Sound,
Average White Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ultra Naté,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wally Richardson,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.