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 Ghana and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eve St. Jones to the crunk 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Black Dice,
Cheater Slicks,
The Offenders,
Alphaville,
D'Angelo,
Theoretical Girls,
Duran Duran,
The Blackbyrds,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Brick,
Sugar Minott,
Johnny Clarke,
Smog,
Black Pus,
Con Funk Shun,
The Move,
The Cramps,
Kenny Larkin,
The Knickerbockers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Babytalk,
Chris Corsano,
Amazonics,
Procol Harum,
F. McDonald,
Sandy B,
Organ,
Neu!,
Bang On A Can,
Rotary Connection,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Massinfluence,
Parry Music,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The American Breed,
The Neon Judgement,
Chrome,
Fela Kuti,
Black Flag,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang of Four,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lakeside,
Janne Schatter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
LL Cool J,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Absolute Body Control,
Faraquet,
Eric Copeland,
The Evens,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.