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 Korea North and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jerry's Kids to the grime 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
T.S.O.L.,
Intrusion,
Unrelated Segments,
the Sonics,
Malaria!,
48th St. Collective,
Joy Division,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sparks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Martian,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Moon,
kango's stein massive,
The Searchers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ultra Naté,
Letta Mbulu,
Tomorrow,
David Axelrod,
Henry Cow,
Gang Starr,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hashim,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ken Boothe,
New York Dolls,
Altered Images,
A Certain Ratio,
Ronan,
Fear,
Delta 5,
Clear Light,
Warsaw,
Underground Resistance,
Spandau Ballet,
Funkadelic,
Hardrive,
Marc Almond,
D'Angelo,
The Sound,
Rapeman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Thompson Twins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
New Order,
Rosa Yemen,
Alison Limerick,
E-Dancer,
Mark Hollis,
Kenny Larkin,
Curtis Mayfield,
Anthony Braxton,
Joyce Sims,
Dennis Brown,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fela Kuti,
Amazonics,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.