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 Guinea and from Halifax.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Marvin Gaye to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Cymande,
Pylon,
John Lydon,
Smog,
Minutemen,
Organ,
The Seeds,
The Stooges,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Desert Stars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Reagan Youth,
The Vogues,
Kas Product,
Loose Ends,
Thee Headcoats,
Make Up,
Tears for Fears,
Japan,
MDC,
Black Bananas,
Alice Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hot Snakes,
The Toasters,
Roy Ayers,
Oblivians,
Camouflage,
ABBA,
Kenny Larkin,
Pole,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
X-101,
John Coltrane,
Sam Rivers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Deakin,
Moebius,
Unwound,
Josef K,
These Immortal Souls,
Chris & Cosey,
Sight & Sound,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Tremeloes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cramps,
Harmonia,
The Count Five,
Patti Smith,
The Leaves,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cheater Slicks,
kango's stein massive,
Brand Nubian,
Lyres,
DJ Sneak,
Animal Collective,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.