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 Algeria and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Royal Trux to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Rakim,
Avey Tare,
Pylon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pharoah Sanders,
June Days,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gichy Dan,
Echospace,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Carl Craig,
the Bar-Kays,
Sugar Minott,
EPMD,
Soft Machine,
Pussy Galore,
Niagra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Absolute Body Control,
Harpers Bizarre,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eurythmics,
David Bowie,
Wolf Eyes,
Y Pants,
Slave,
Ituana,
Moss Icon,
Mo-Dettes,
Chris & Cosey,
John Cale,
Grauzone,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Slits,
T. Rex,
Television,
The Gun Club,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Black Dice,
The Moleskins,
The Knickerbockers,
Agent Orange,
Thompson Twins,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Velvet Underground,
Electric Prunes,
Scientists,
The Selecter,
Alton Ellis,
The Blackbyrds,
Motorama,
Mantronix,
the Germs,
Bush Tetras,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joey Negro,
Brick,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.