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 Bulgaria and from New York.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Unwound to the crunk 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Excepter,
Bang On A Can,
Roger Hodgson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Johnny Clarke,
Terry Callier,
the Slits,
Mr. Review,
Robert Görl,
Erasure,
Brass Construction,
Cecil Taylor,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Simply Red,
The Electric Prunes,
Television,
the Soft Cell,
Television Personalities,
The Cure,
Negative Approach,
Ralphi Rosario,
R.M.O.,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alison Limerick,
Junior Murvin,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lou Reed,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Gun Club,
Newcleus,
The Gories,
Ludus,
Aloha Tigers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alice Coltrane,
Supertramp,
Chris Corsano,
Swell Maps,
Animal Collective,
The Litter,
The Dirtbombs,
Boz Scaggs,
Derrick May,
Joe Smooth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Toni Rubio,
The Blackbyrds,
Lyres,
Guru Guru,
Bill Wells,
Archie Shepp,
Deadbeat,
Dead Boys,
Hot Snakes,
Peter & Gordon,
Half Japanese,
Little Man,
the Swans,
Black Moon,
Siglo XX,
David Bowie,
Rekid,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.