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 Ecuador 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 Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Bush Tetras,
Moby Grape,
The Gap Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nico,
Simply Red,
Japan,
Barrington Levy,
Bluetip,
the Swans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ken Boothe,
Magazine,
Rod Modell,
Roxette,
JFA,
The Stooges,
Moss Icon,
Aswad,
the Germs,
Silicon Teens,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lightning Bolt,
Buzzcocks,
The Dead C,
Slick Rick,
The Monks,
Television Personalities,
FM Einheit,
Agent Orange,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pussy Galore,
The Skatalites,
Fifty Foot Hose,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Amazonics,
Jeru the Damaja,
Zapp,
Mantronix,
Hoover,
Altered Images,
Terry Callier,
Ituana,
The Buckinghams,
Zero Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Trumans Water,
Avey Tare,
the Bar-Kays,
Funky Four + One,
Joy Division,
Nation of Ulysses,
ABBA,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gong,
Easy Going,
X-Ray Spex,
Pere Ubu,
Moebius,
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.