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 San Marino and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Interpol to the punk 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Donny Hathaway,
Monks,
Camberwell Now,
Metal Thangz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Reed,
Fugazi,
The Last Poets,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nils Olav,
D'Angelo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Parry Music,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cluster,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barclay James Harvest,
Althea and Donna,
Can,
The Black Dice,
Sun City Girls,
T. Rex,
OOIOO,
The Evens,
Pantaleimon,
H. Thieme,
Cymande,
Michelle Simonal,
Lungfish,
Chris & Cosey,
Aaron Thompson,
Soft Cell,
Joe Smooth,
B.T. Express,
Roy Ayers,
The Electric Prunes,
Yazoo,
Marine Girls,
Godley & Creme,
T.S.O.L.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bad Manners,
Alton Ellis,
10cc,
Piero Umiliani,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sun Ra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Funkadelic,
New York Dolls,
Faraquet,
Eric Copeland,
Todd Rundgren,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Smoke,
Marmalade,
Fear,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nation of Ulysses,
X-Ray Spex,
Kas Product,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.