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 Turkey and from Mumbai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator 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 Bang On A Can to the dance 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eric B and Rakim,
Metal Thangz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Marine Girls,
Minny Pops,
Cameo,
The Fire Engines,
The Gladiators,
Lindisfarne,
Angry Samoans,
Clear Light,
Radiohead,
Patti Smith,
The Five Americans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
KRS-One,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Dirtbombs,
The Martian,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Masters at Work,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tres Demented,
Easy Going,
PIL,
FM Einheit,
Suicide,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hoover,
the Fania All-Stars,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Mojo Men,
Heaven 17,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scratch Acid,
Delta 5,
The Fortunes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The United States of America,
Hasil Adkins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Divine Comedy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
X-102,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stiv Bators,
Public Enemy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kerrie Biddell,
Maleditus Sound,
Infiniti,
Sam Rivers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sister Nancy,
Buzzcocks,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.