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 Bhutan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Wire to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Black Bananas,
JFA,
Black Moon,
Wire,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hot Snakes,
Sandy B,
Wally Richardson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Maurizio,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Saints,
Pierre Henry,
Accadde A,
The Last Poets,
Darondo,
Eli Mardock,
Brand Nubian,
New Age Steppers,
Wasted Youth,
The Beau Brummels,
Pussy Galore,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Con Funk Shun,
Ituana,
Young Marble Giants,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
PIL,
Oneida,
Sex Pistols,
Scrapy,
Inner City,
F. McDonald,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Human League,
Kaleidoscope,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Velvet Underground,
The Five Americans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Byron Stingily,
The Star Department,
Surgeon,
Josef K,
Bobby Sherman,
Massinfluence,
Sight & Sound,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Mummies,
Albert Ayler,
The Golliwogs,
Chris & Cosey,
Q65,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marvin Gaye,
Marmalade,
The Happenings,
Pylon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.