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 Colombia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the marimba 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 Black Sheep to the grunge 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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Moby Grape,
Lalo Schifrin,
Altered Images,
Reuben Wilson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Skriet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
FM Einheit,
Derrick Morgan,
Arcadia,
Pierre Henry,
Yaz,
Bauhaus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobby Byrd,
The Alarm Clocks,
Anthony Braxton,
Can,
Nick Fraelich,
the Fania All-Stars,
Television,
the Slits,
Fugazi,
Public Enemy,
Tommy Roe,
Black Flag,
Nas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Charles Mingus,
Black Moon,
Soul II Soul,
Black Pus,
AZ,
10cc,
La Düsseldorf,
Bronski Beat,
Ultra Naté,
Lungfish,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Velvet Underground,
The Toasters,
A Certain Ratio,
Blossom Toes,
Main Source,
Babytalk,
Scratch Acid,
The Stooges,
Young Marble Giants,
Heaven 17,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Sonics,
Sandy B,
Grauzone,
OOIOO,
Lou Christie,
Dual Sessions,
Niagra,
Slave,
Second Layer,
MDC,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.