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 Mauritius and from Lille.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Harmonia to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Gil Scott Heron,
Blossom Toes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
MDC,
The Happenings,
Buzzcocks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gian Franco Pienzio,
These Immortal Souls,
Mad Mike,
Bill Near,
Scrapy,
Isaac Hayes,
Pere Ubu,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Slackers,
Sixth Finger,
Barbara Tucker,
Funkadelic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Smiths,
Vainqueur,
48th St. Collective,
Ultravox,
The Offenders,
New York Dolls,
John Coltrane,
The Saints,
Dead Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pulsallama,
cv313,
The Real Kids,
Rotary Connection,
Jerry's Kids,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dark Day,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Make Up,
Radiopuhelimet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
CMW,
Avey Tare,
Moss Icon,
One Last Wish,
Cal Tjader,
Crooked Eye,
Derrick Morgan,
Quadrant,
Saccharine Trust,
Yellowson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Negative Approach,
Camouflage,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cameo,
X-Ray Spex,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.