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 Laos and from Sao Paulo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Byron Stingily to the electroclash 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Boogie Down Productions,
X-102,
Scratch Acid,
Magazine,
Rod Modell,
Lower 48,
Jeff Lynne,
Shoche,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Glenn Branca,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang Starr,
Vainqueur,
Johnny Osbourne,
Siglo XX,
Roger Hodgson,
Scan 7,
Hashim,
Anakelly,
Connie Case,
The Evens,
Duran Duran,
Procol Harum,
Yaz,
Banda Bassotti,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Moleskins,
Sister Nancy,
June of 44,
Cheater Slicks,
New Age Steppers,
Nick Fraelich,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Five Americans,
Nico,
Aaron Thompson,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Womack,
Amazonics,
Juan Atkins,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stiv Bators,
Fatback Band,
H. Thieme,
Funky Four + One,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
K-Klass,
Arab on Radar,
Matthew Halsall,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sarah Menescal,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Newcleus,
OOIOO,
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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.