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 Mauritania 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 World's Most to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Kinks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lyres,
The Zeros,
China Crisis,
Boredoms,
Peter and Kerry,
The United States of America,
Second Layer,
DJ Style,
Suicide,
The Martian,
Brand Nubian,
Skarface,
Roxy Music,
Brass Construction,
Pantytec,
Harmonia,
Sonny Sharrock,
New York Dolls,
Skriet,
Bush Tetras,
Albert Ayler,
Swans,
John Holt,
Monolake,
Jeff Mills,
Crime,
Cluster,
Monks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fugazi,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Leonard Cohen,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Remains,
E-Dancer,
Dennis Brown,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Main Source,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Zapp,
The Dirtbombs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Section 25,
Graham Central Station,
Ronnie Foster,
Bang On A Can,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Half Japanese,
Cal Tjader,
Marcia Griffiths,
Excepter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Soft Cell,
Babytalk,
Angry Samoans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Godley & Creme,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.